Love. A simple, four letter word that somehow packs a lot of meaning. Each and every day people carelessly throw around the word, letting it spill out of their mouths. The exact definition of love is: A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. If the love is so passionate, then why do we say it to more than one thing each day? People say I love you to people they don’t even know, and inanimate objects. When did love lose its passion, affection, and true meaning? He and I were “in love” and all of the sudden, love died. How do you let such a sweet, sentiment, and tender feeling die? The answer is, you don’t. If you truly love someone, you never stop. Love is a stupid feeling. It makes you seem foolish or gullible. But then again, love makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine. The feeling when someone close to you says “I love you”, for the first time, the feeling is indescribable. He was my rock. He was my true love. He was my everything…or so I thought. Love sucks. I’m done with love.
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Hello everyone! I started a new story! This is just a prologue, the chapters will be longer, I promise. I will try and update as soon as possible.
~SLewis
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Done With Love
Fiksi PenggemarAria Rose had a rough childhood, but one thing kept her stable through it all; Love. So what happens when that love dies? Will a mysterious brown-haired boy bring it back? Or is the love gone forever? Find out in: Done With Love
