Jedtavius (Jedediah&Octavius) One-shots

♡ - the word that starts with L.

[UNEDITED]

Love, love, love.
I love her, I love them, I love this, I love you...

We hear that word so many times and so often—over and over again—that we don't even think about it.
We don't even know it's own definition anymore.

The word 'love' is said to so many things, on so many different scenarios that you can't keep count.

We giggle and wear a big smile when we're gifted something that we've been looking forward to, an "I love it!" escaping our mouths.

We do activities that bring us joy and when someone asks us about it, we say it's a thing we just love to do.

People tell their family members and friends that they love them, but at the same time they also tell the same thing to their partners—someone they're intimate with.

So, clearly 'love' seems to variate.

But I assume all of these forms have one connection: the positive feelings.
The excitement, the joy—the happiness.

However, love is not the only thing where we feel these specific postive feelings.
We can feel excited and joyful about an event taking place, that doesn't mean we love the event, right?
That just ... doesn't seem grammatically and logically correct.
It's stupid.

And loving and liking isn't the same, is it?
We can feel the same exact feelings I've mentioned when we like something, so what is love then?
It doesn't seem to be the same thing.

So, what exactly is love?
How do you define it?
And how do you differentiate love and like?

That's definitely something that I've been asking myself for as long as I can remember.

It's been a big mystery for me, something that can't seem to leave my mind—no matter what.

Was love really just a chemical reaction, a rush of hormones and neurotransmitters?
Or was there something more to it, something deeper and more meaningful?

All these questions, but not a single sign of answer.

I couldn't help but feel a little bit lost.

I need answers.
And I need them fast.

But how can a simple person like me find out about something they have never even experienced before?

I watched as Teddy and Sacagawea walked by, hand in hand, completely lost in each other.
They looked so happy and at peace, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

I mean—I'm happy for them, but... I also couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and sadness.

I always thought that it would just happen—that I would just "know" when I found the one.

But as I sat there, on the edge of a cold stone wall, I couldn't help but highly doubt that.

"Love is the most powerful and wonderful emotion that one could experience!" they all say, "love is all you need."

How come I don't get to experience it, then?
I don't get it.

Maybe they're all just terrible liars and delusional psychopaths—maybe that word doesn't even exist at all!
Maybe love is just something they made up!
Honestly, that would even be a good thing.
At least that would mean I'm not crazy.
Not crazy like them.

"Jedediah?"

A sudden voice appeared and broke my train of thoughts.

I turned my head to the right as I spotted Octavius.