"Love of Copper and Wire"

With that he stand up, paid his bill and leave.

I was still too deep in thought to respond to that.

Maybe I missed his point? He did not want acknowledgment of equality, that he is human. He merely want acknowledgement for his feeling. For me to accept and, perhaps, reciprocate for what he feel regardless of who, or what, he is. Instances of our relationship float through my mind. The dates. His jokes. Moments we spent and enjoy. The way he made me laugh. I remember how shy he seems when he first says he loved me. Those don't seems fake, or rehearsed. It seemed real. It feltreal.

Could love actually come through different means for different person? Could reasons to love be different? Could reasons and logic breed love? 

Is something still fake if it feels real?

I need answers.

So I stand up and run to the direction he took. I look around for his blue sweater and brown hair. But he is nowhere to be found. I'm alone to figure it out.