Love.
Its a game, or a battle of dominance.
It could be pretend.
A rough one-on-one nightstand that falters when the opponent collapses.
Or it could be real.
So real that your stomach churns in a way that only existed in your imagination until you met the beautiful eyes of this guardian angel.
Too perfect that you can't help but think there's a rolling camera somewhere, and when the director shouts "Cut!" everything will just diminish.
So overwhelming that from the moment his lips touch yours, you want nothing more than to cup his pinchable cheeks and hold him forever; you are fearful because the worst thing in the world is to lose him, the only one for you.
Your soulmate.
Definition of Love:
A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
But there's more to it, right?
Some will dream,
and some will make it reality.
Because love is what you make of it.
-Brigid Kapuvari (Grade 9)
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Hushed: The Words of an Introvert [LiteratureCollection]
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