Perhaps, there was none

"Hey" I tried to get his attention as he's focused playing on his phone. He paused it and looked at me. Questions are all over my mind, as if my head is about to burst. They are battling inside of me, as if they're waiting for one of them to be picked. I finally had the courage to speak and blew the hell out of me which hesitates me from asking.

I stared at his eyes. Those sparkling and angelic eyes of him. Oh good Lord, am I deserving of this man's love?

"Why do you love me?" I asked him and popped up another one

"Why it has to be me?"

"I don't know..." he instantly replied; I admit, I'm a bit disappointed

I'm expecting for him to say that he likes me because I make him smile or maybe he likes me whenever he hears this wicked laugh of mine. I thought he likes me because he might be thinking that I've reached his standards. But, I haven't heard those answers.

"I once heard from someone; when you found the one, you don't really know when your love has started." I looked at him and stared on his lips as he try to speak his heart out.

"According to some, it's only infatuation when you know the reasons why you like someone and I agree with that." he added

I don't know if I'll be happy or sad with what he said. I am afraid that he really doesn't like me. Oh come on, how can you like someone when you don't even know the reasons why you're into him/her? When you don't even know how everything started. Is it even possible?

I am afraid that there was really nothing from the start. That he doesn't even know when it has all started because it never really started in the first place. His feelings, his appreciation, and his love for me — everything. What if he doesn't know why he likes me because he couldn't find even a single reason why? He couldn't find it because he never liked me at all.

Maybe, he really doesn't love me all this time.