I kept my jacket slung over my shoulders in the event that I would be summoned outside again, and toiled my way into the kitchen before placing the contents of my pocket onto the table in preparation. The onslaught of my stomachs tantrum and distaste, with being unattended to for longer than it would like, began as a low hum and swelled to a vicious gurgle upon coming to the realization that it would soon be fed; and, naturally, the state of one’s stomach directly dictates the demeanor of its master, or so it seemed. Immediately wishing of nothing other than accommodating to nourishment and good morale, I garnered a pan from the drawer beneath the stove, ignited the stove, and placed the pan on top. I took a glance towards the table and counted
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I felt within myself, prior to that point, that I could logically and adequately answer that question, if I were to ever be asked; however, as I mulled over the facts of our newfound friendship, and the very fact that it was newfound, I felt that I was at a loss. I knew that my admiration of her was nearly tangible, and that it had been for quite some time, nearly the entirety of the four-year term I had served to that point; and that I had longed just to speak to her for quite some time; and that when we first spoke, I felt as if life had meaning again. However, the connection, assuming that it did exist, felt to be much stronger and fixed to stronger points than mere satisfaction of dreams. I knew that it wasn’t love, as it wasn’t yet possible to feel such a way about another human being despite how I already felt about her, but it seemed to be something within the same spectrum of emotions. Perhaps it was understanding, perhaps it was the fact that I wished so badly to still be able to speak with my parents and that she still had one who seemed to treat her so poorly. Regardless of what it was, I knew that I cared immensely for her, and perhaps the need for logical reasoning to do so, pertaining to this particular topic, was senseless and
I felt within myself, prior to that point, that I could logically and adequately answer that question, if I were to ever be asked; however, as I mulled over the facts of our newfound friendship, and the very fact that it was newfound, I felt that I was at a loss. I knew that my admiration of her was nearly tangible, and that it had been for quite some time, nearly the entirety of the four-year term I had served to that point; and that I had longed just to speak to her for quite some time; and that when we first spoke, I felt as if life had meaning again. However, the connection, assuming that it did exist, felt to be much stronger and fixed to stronger points than mere satisfaction of dreams. I knew that it wasn’t love, as it wasn’t yet possible to feel such a way about another human being despite how I already felt about her, but it seemed to be something within the same spectrum of emotions. Perhaps it was understanding, perhaps it was the fact that I wished so badly to still be able to speak with my parents and that she still had one who seemed to treat her so poorly. Regardless of what it was, I knew that I cared immensely for her, and perhaps the need for logical reasoning to do so, pertaining to this particular topic, was senseless and