Love without a reason

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and felt the salty sea air brushing against her face, rustling her wavy locks of hair. Her lips stretched into a smile as she dug her toes deep into the squishy sand. The gentle waves lapped at her feet as if trying to tell her a secret. An ancient story perhaps safely stored in the dark confines of the sea, she joyfully mused.

“What is it about this place that makes you so happy?”

“I am a mermaid, remember?” she looked at him with mischief-filled eyes and chuckled.

“Come on, quit joking. I am serious.”

“Nothing. I just feel alive whenever I come here.”

“I know that and hence the question.” He pressed on.

Perplexed, she pondered for a few seconds, rummaging through her mind to come up with an intelligent answer. But she found nothing. She just loved being near the water. It made her happy. As simple as that. Why must we always have to have a justified reason behind the things or people we love, she thought.

He was still looking at her expecting a lofty eloquent speech. Ah! Perils of being a writer, she sighed and turned her gaze back to the sea.

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