"Do you know the antonym of love?", he asked her in a low tone.
"Hatred, I think?", she answered doubtfully.
This was another of such session where while teaching her law he'd start teaching her life. She was a patient listener and he'd find her attentive unlike others who think he is over-philosophical and boring and so he loved sharing his thoughts with her.
"No!" he replied. "Amish Tripathi quotes beautifully in Shiva Trilogy that hatred is just love gone bad. The true antonym of love is Apathy. A situation where you just stop caring anymore. You don't care if the person lives or dies. Their happiness doesn't make you sad, their sadness won't make you feel victorious. You are indifferent towards their lives. That's Apathy, the real antonym of love... ", he said enlightening her vocabulary and mind at the same time.
(3 Months Later)
It was her birthday!
They both were in different places continuing their studies. She never put any efforts to maintain that bond. If it hadn't been for his unconditional love for her their friendship would have been a total mess by now but it wasn't. He wrote two poems for her as a gift. She was happy but still busy as usual so she promised that she'll reply him in about a day after reading those poems.
He waited, waited, waited and then gave up.
(10 days later)
"Those poems were really beautiful! I'm sorry I know I'm late but had no time", she texted him.
"Glad", he replied.
She knew this was not his way of answering at least not with her...
"Hey? You angry?" she asked skipping helping verbs from her sentence. He used to find it cute back then.
"Do you remember the antonym of love?" he asked and then a dead silence followed...