What is love? is it a chemical or something spiritual? is it emotion or just hormones that pump through our veins, I suppose that's up to you decide what it is but the thing is, we don't think about it, we don't think about attraction or what drives us to be so addicted to that person? for me, I can not say, Love is mysterious and it can sometimes hurt, it can hurt so much that it just changes you, so what is love? is love good or bad is it sweet and sour? is it something chemical or something secrete? would love burn you how a cigarette would burn your lungs? yeah, sometimes. does love heal you like how med kit would heal your pixel wounds in a game, yes it does. would love run you over countless off times until you cant breathe, yes and no. Yes because you can feel trap under love, under that car where your brain is functioned to remember your heart aches and all those time your heart broke and you had to bring it back together and No because, you are so much stronger than you think. My intro may be bad but my hopes are up, sometime they are sometimes they are not, sometimes I lack love, I lack so much love that I think dark and bad things but don't we all? BUT isn't there a light at the end of the tunnel? yes! so you know what? lets run with love and never stop running because love is everywhere and it finds and even when you least expect it, it'll come, it will, it has to and love doesn't come in on shape or colour it comes in many and that's what makes you and me special, Love is awesome and you are loved because I love you! therefore you are loved! even if I don't know you or your life, you are amazing! you are beautiful! inhale deeply and exhale deeply, that is what Glen Quagmire did, a fictional character from a TV show made by Seth McFarlane had done. Tonight at the clam was just Peter and Quagmire, for some odd reason Cleveland and Joes weren't here and Brian was too busy trying to get with the ladies. it was quiet, too quiet. Quagmire had noticed that his best buddy was quite sad, almost heart broken, Cupid did the unimaginable... Cupid had separated Peter and Lois' love, the two now separate and for the weekend the kids are with Lois at her parents house. Quagmire didn't like what had happened and was quite sad at the sudden divorce or separation and Peter has been down for a matter of days and weeks, Glen thought it might be good to get Peter out of the house and drinking with his buddies and joking around but that wasn't the case, with a deep sigh from Peter he had gotten up from the booth.
"I'm sorry Quagmire for wasting your time, I should go, I'm tired.." Peter had said sadly in hazy voice, Quagmire quickly held peters hand and sat him down.
"No, No stay, Booze are on me" Quagmire offered giving peter a half filled hearted smile, Peter slightly smiled bac at the fact that Glen wanted to help him.
"okay, I'll stay" Peter had said as he looks at the TV which had American football on, hours went by and hours went by and was nearly time for the bar to close down, Peter was still sad and he was getting sadder and looked as if he was going to cry. Peter drank around five glasses of beer while Glen just had one or two.
"so, uh, Peter I couldn't help but notice you were upset, do you wanna- uh, heh, talk?" Glen asked as he scratches his own head, Peter had shrugged.
"what's there to talk about?" Peter sighed and he plays with his empty drink. Quagmire frowns and looks away.
"hey guys, where about to close up" Tyron said to the only two in the pub, Quagmire and thought this was the only time to confess,
"Peter I love" Quagmire admitted, a shocked peter looks at him.
"Whaaaa?" he went in a childish or how Lois would say in a foolish way.
"yeah, I have been for a while Peter, I love you"
"Glen, I'm speechless.. I.. I love you too!" Peter said had said happily, sparks of joys regaining in his old green eyes. Quagmire smiled and just had to kiss him.
In this short life of ours, falling in love can or could be the worst of crimes to commit or so it could seem. We regularly exchange only glances, soft and gentle glances. The lightest of soft touches, like touching a soft flower petal. The jokes and the great warmth within and around us. But yet, for this there is no love but true love. they are and can be a different time and place they would be lovers; instead they are friends who love, nurture and protect. So, Glen will be Peter's 'criminal' he will watch as such as an eagle would do, feeling the eyes of the world press on him. For them, they would take a bullet, a real one, so don't let others judge what they can't understand; they know who they are; they do know each other enough to know who they are right to their core and right in that core. This is love.
This is love..
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