To some love is rare.
To some love is pure.
To some love is evil.
And to me love is confusing.
You ask me what love is, I don't have an answer. You ask me to explain love, I look at you with pure confusion in my eyes.
Love is confusing. Love is hard to determine. Many don't know how to love.
To me, love is when you can understand my confusion about it. Growing up I was never shown, love. I was shown how to make those around you believe you love them. I'm 18 and still at times confused about what love is.
Is love the way he looks at me when I'm enjoying myself not noticing him? Is love the way he makes me feel like I'm invincible? What if that does not mean love? What if that's lust and I'm getting those two confused once again.
What's the difference anyway?
Are you in love? Have you felt love before? What is love to you?
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Broken Love
Short StoryBroken Love is a book filled with chapters of short love stories. Some love stories will be the love I've witnessed first hand, in which I will say which chapters those are. Broken Love is a book to show and express healthy and unhealthy love. You...
