Missing Pieces - z.m.

eleven

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HOPE'S POV

Love. An intense feeling of deep affection towards something or someone. That feeling and emotion that we saw once we were kids, looking at our parents. I used to always look at the way my dad looked at my mom, and so forth. I always wanted to know how love felt like. Of course, I do love my siblings and my parents, but I want to experience love with my significant other. I've always wondered if I'd feel the same thing that my parents felt, and thought about when that could possibly happen. Since I was a bit nosy when I was a child, I asked my mom about it one time, right after she tucked me into bed.

*FLASHBACK* 

"Mummy, can I ask you something?" I ask my mom, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. 

"Yes honey, what is it?" she responds.

"What's love?" I aksed her, too curious about what love is.

"Love is quite complicated my dear. I don't even know how to describe it to you," she tells me, smiling afterwards. "Why is it that you ask?"

"I look at you and daddy and I see this sort of look in your eyes, and then you both smile and he gives you a kiss here," I point at my cheek. 

She laughs quietly. "Oh honey, have you been staring at us?"

"May be," I say, confidently. 

"Well then, I'll tell you what I think love is. Although when you grow up, the term love will have a different meaning to you. Love is different for everyone, but this is from my experience, so I want you to listen to me and remember this, alright?" she tells me. I nod my head at her.

"Love is.. beautiful. When I met your father, I was only 9 years old. We knew each other ever since we were young kids. We grew up together, and our families were close friends. I've always wondered if I'd end up marrying him, and I did. I'm so happy with him. Your daddy is the greatest man I know. Everything that he's doing, he's doing for you, Macit, Daniel and Mira. I can't really explain love, because it's so precious, it's unexplainable, but the only thing I can explain about love is that it's when you put someone's happiness and needs in front of you. You'd do anything for them, and make sure they're always happy and smiling. Their happiness becomes your number one priority. Now, when you grow up, you're going to find someone special, and you're going to love them. If that special someone always makes sure you're happy and cares about you more than himself, then honey he's the one. If he doesn't, then he's a bad boy. Now, I think that's enough for you. Goodnight, sweetheart," she pecks my forehead.

"Night mummy."

*END OF FLASHBACK*

That's the thing that I remember about love. The same exact words that my mom told me when I was only seven years old, have been printed and stored into my mind ever since. I've never forgotten her words and her advice. So far, the term love as my mom has explained it to the best of her ability has still remained the same. Why? That my friend can only be answered with one word. Zayn.