How to love her

"How do I love her?"

"Do not." She replied. In return I asked, "Why not?"

"You are young, lad. You have a face of a flower. You are yet to blossom. And the world- the world is untravelled. There are far greater things to reach,  many people to meet."

I was offended by her response, just when I thought she would help. "What does that have to do with anything? I love her. I choose her."

"Yet, you don't know how to love her." She dismissed me.

"And that is why I am here," I said.

She scanned me from head to toe, and I fidget.

"How do you come here?" she inquired.

"I followed her footsteps. She came to you, only to you."

She started at me completely.

"Why?" I asked her, "Why does she come to you?"

"Because I know how to love her," she replied.

"So teach me."

"I need something in return," she bargained. "I want your expectations. And in return, you will be disappointed."

"What? What does that mean?" I stepped back, just in case I need an escape plan.

"That is how you love her. Be disappointed." She said firmly.

"You are not making sense. I am here for your help. I don't need you to discourage me."

"Are you discouraged, lad?"

I blinked twice before I replied. "No."

"Then let me help you indeed-

This is how you love her: You can't."

A long agony of silence were exchanged between us.

"Are you disappointed?" she asked.

Yes I am. I almost said.

"You are, with me. Aren't you?"

Yes.

"Good, you made payment. Thank you for your expectations. Glad I can help."

"Help? You didn't help at all!" I managed to shout on top of my lungs.

She laughed mockingly. "Dear lad, I just taught you how to love her."

"How? We just went around in circles! This is a waste of time."

"Exactly." She said. "When you decide to love her, abandon every thought of her, drop every expectations you have of her. If you find that you can't, you will be disappointed. If you find that you can't, would you also say it's a waste of your time? If not, then that's how to love her. Be disappointed."