I am nineteen going on twenty. The person who I “love” is two months my junior. We met (a term I use loosely as I do not think we have actually spoken) when we were both twelve through school as most people that age do. I remember thinking then that he was handsome, that he seemed nice and wondering what he would be like as a boyfriend. It was understated at first, butterflies, nervousness, daydreaming; simple things associated with the sort of calf-love that most young teenagers feel at that age. It went on as such until I left school at sixteen, then I began to dream of him. Nothing salacious, sometimes I would just see him in the background, or he would hold my hand, touch my face.
Now that we no longer attend school, I seldom see him – usually once a month if I am lucky – normally waiting for or exiting a bus or walking to and from work. I never say anything to him; I do not think I have even offered him a smile before. But recently, this once innocent feeling has intensified. I swoon and sigh. I feel one moment delirious and complete and the next wistful and hollow. I think constantly of ways I could engage him in conversation but dismiss them as impossible – he is beautiful and I am plain, I would frighten him of if I just approached after so much time, practically a stranger, and if we wanted an interaction would he himself not have begun it after eight years?
Yet, I am also happy with just the thought of him, with my musings and longings but, at the same time, I wish him to remain in a state of constant singledom, which of course, is simply horrible. I cannot hope for him to remain single to pacify my wild delusions nor do I want to have that “If I can’t have you then no one can” sort of mentality. And yet, how do I know if I really love him? I think that I do. I am positive, I feel that it is unmistakable, but how can I be certain? I am really in love with him as a person, this man who I barely know and have never spoken to? Or I am just in love with the idea of him, with my own mind’s image of him? Will this feeling fade? And what is the difference between pure love and infatuation?