"Hey guys," I harshly tapped the keys on the keyboard of my laptop. "Today was an okay day of school," I stopped for a second and continued.
"We got assigned a project today in Language Arts. We were given a word to give our own sincere definition about.
"Love. That's the word I got. Out of everyone in the class, I was the one who got the word, love. You're probably thinking, 'Cassie, that's probably the easiest word to define on the planet'.
"The thing is," I slowly typed out, a tear falling across my cheek, "I don't know what love is."
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