Ever since Adam and Eve roamed the Earth, such things like human intimacy existed within the universe. That was around 80,000 years ago. Today, there's tons of versions of bonding with humans. Although, everyone doesn't have the same opinion on how to "properly" love, have true friends, all that kinda stuff. As a result, some people give up on love, and therefore they end up not loving.
And that should be a concern, because if we don't love, we're going to become robots. Robots with no emotion. And the human race will become extinct! (I was joking. But you get the point.)
I'm not sure if there is the correct way to love someone or something, but I do know that there's a couple of incorrect ways to "love" another. People who believe love means treating people with violence, berating one, and using emotional manipulation are insane.
Wait. Who am I joking? I've believed that too myself. That's the sad part of this "love" I'm talking about. To this day, there's people out there in the world who still think the same way about "love" as I used to- a cruel, wicked label for how humans treat each other.
That's why I'm here with a story to tell. A story of what love really means, whether it be your family, friends, or the dog that you saw last Saturday- that love is compassion, and not the desire to affect others with feelings of contempt.
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AleXander
General FictionA male adolescent learns what it means to have true friends and a real family during the hardships of his life.
