Hello thereJ
This is the first story I’ve ever written so please have mercy…and keep in mind that I’m a 14 year old armature.
Enjoy;)
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Prologue
(Magnus POV)
What is love?
Isn’t that the question that everyone is asking? Well I’m sick of that question. Love isn’t something you can describe. Love has its own meaning a meaning that is too much for the human species can not and never will understand. Love is too powerful for a simple description. Loving someone is one of the most wonderful I have ever felt, taking into consideration how long I have lived, the things I’ve seen and done. I’ve done it all and yet I’m still amazed by the power of love. Yes I’ve been in love but only with a few people, yes I’ve been with a million people but I’ve reserved my heart for a few. I loved them and they didn’t love me, they used me but I could never give up on love. At least in the end it turned out worthwhile, I’ve never known my feelings to be this strong. To love some is, to wake up in the warm embrace of your love. Being in love with someone is to always be there for them, to cherish every little moment with them, to know their strengths and weaknesses and still be able to love them. To love someone is to know every single one of their annoying habits and love them even more. Loving someone is being able to look in to your love’s eyes and never get bored. Loving someone is always being there for them through thick and thin. Being able to communicate and trust your love is what makes your love grow. It doesn’t matter if the whole world is against your love, all that matters is that you are together and you love each other. And even after knowing all those things, no-one has been able to come up with the proper definition of love.
So the question still stands, what is love?
