Love. (Or the thought of it).

(I wrote this some months ago).
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An unexpected occurrence.

I found out someone I loved (love) with everything I am....now loves another. I thought I would cry. (I suppose I did for a moment, but that was much later). I thought I'd feel angry...thought I'd feel lonely; like my world was crumbling: so soon? SO SOON?

But I read the message, again & again...and all I felt was...happiness for him. Not the restrained, "Oh I'm so happy for you now let me go hide in a corner" sort of resigned false joy.

No. I felt genuinely....incredibly...happy. It was............not at all what I expected.

Not at all.

I just sort of stared. And then I smiled. Uncontrolled.

It has nothing to do with me. I love him. And I got excited at the thought that he was happy & loved & being held & taken care of, with love. (Better, perhaps, than I could).

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What an unexpected thing.