I was having this very interesting debate on love. I was trying to convince someone that love existed, despite all odds and under the weirdest of conditions; love did exist. We were not talking of bonds which were forged by blood, like the love of a mother for her child or that of a brother for her sister. We were talking of bonds forged by destiny. We were talking of an addiction to one particular person, an addiction so strong that it transcends space and time to exist in a realm which is quite surreal.
I emphasized it is possible that one particular somebody comes to mean the world to you, that then this person means much more to you than anybody else.
He looked straight into my eyes and asked, “But he does not mean everything, does he?”
Baffled I sat back. For some reason I could not pull my eyes away from him. But I frowned my confusion.
“This… this person, though he means much more to you than anybody else, he does not mean everything, right?” He asked clarifying his point.
I was a bit confused, I shifted in my seat trying to settle this new dust of thought he had whisked up, “Of course he means everything!” I said, determined to hold my fort.
“So this means that one person means everything to you and then the rest of them just don’t matter!” He persisted.
Almost guessing where this point was leading I smiled and said, “ Man is a social animal. So of course the rest do matter! There have to be relations and friends…”
“But they just exits, right?” he cut me short. “This one person means everything to you, so the rest of the world is a mere décor to complete the backdrop?”
“Wrong!” I said getting agitated now. “Don’t be daft! Everybody has a role to play, they exist in your life for a reason. And very honestly, if he cant see their role in my life, then he really can’t be in love with me can he?” I asked, admittedly quite please to have toed my inch towards the winning edge of this now heated discussion.
“But then you are contradicting yourself!” he said, leaning back and already giving me the victor grin. “You said love was unconditional. But you are raising conditions. There is already the IF. IF he loves you then he will.”
“You just want to be difficult!” I said getting completely annoyed. I turned around to fetch my person, because very honestly by this time I wanted out. He might be a good friend, but his thick-headedness was getting to me. If I wanted to preserve our friendship I needed to get away from him and cool down.
He just watched me fumble around and then said in a very straight voice, “I just want to tell you, that you mean everything to me. Not above everybody else, but everything. You are my world and if I have you then I do not need the rest of the world around me.”