Short Stories :P

{42} What is Love? | Oct 19, 2022

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What is love? Hmm, well, I don't know. Actually-- no, I do know what love is; for me. Love... it's not just a word, it's not just a feeling; it's more of a person.

Like for me, it was a Chinese boy with short black hair and dark brown eyes. He was tall and skinny; he did badly in school, though was smart enough to make it to my heart. He always gave me compliments, and sat next to me when I was alone. He was my best friend. Just my best friend.

Every time I saw him with someone else, with her, my heart broke a little; because I knew, I knew I couldn't do anything but sit there and watch. My heart beats for him, my lungs breathe for him; he is my whole life, my whole heart, he is the reason I'm alive.

When I laid alone, thinking about all of the reasons I should die, the thought of him made me want to hold on; the thought of him made me want to suffer this pain called life a little while longer.

But loving him does nothing but kill me; little by little, pieces of my heart falling, fading away into nothingness. And you know the worst part? Even after seeing him with multiple girls, after knowing that he'll never love me back, my feelings never left; I'm still entirely devoted to him.

So what is love, you ask. Well, love is a person that can bring great joy to your life, yet cause you so much pain. Love is a person that makes your heart race every time you lay eyes on them; or have trains of thoughts run through your brain thinking about them. Love is what fulfils your heart or shatters it completely.

What is love? Well, for me, love is him.

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Again, I didn't love him, but I'd like to think I did. These are the actual descriptions of him, and these are things that happened-- things I've felt. I don't actually believe in love, but if I did, I think this is what I would say.