What is Love?

Stupid. People these days. Why do girls try so hard to look good? Isn't natural always the best? Like food, organic is always healthier and better. For crying out loud. I'm that type of girl in P.E. who doesn't give a crap if I sweat. If you bring deodorant, you'll survive. I'm that one girl who wears sweats and baggy shirts. I'm not the girl who wears buttshorts and a sports bra. Like, excuse me? If you want to wear something like that, why don't you go to a club? It's disgusting. Like the other day, I saw Tobias and Angela up against a locker, after P.E., making out. Her boobs looked like they were gonna choke him to death. Poor boy. I bet he's scarred. You know what I did? I ran. Who needs to see crap like that? Ew. I still have chills from that image. Really though. Why do other girls do that? I decided to go ask my best friend who's the only person I know, who can put up with my crap. You know what she did? She looked me right in the eyes and said, "I know you'll understand on your own, some day." I'm confused. So confused. The next day was something I thought was the feeling of being in a parallel universe. A new student was introduced to the class. His name was Daniel. He had jet-black hair and the brownest of eyes. He was about 6'2. He wore a white flannel and black skinny jeans. (Yeah, he sounds gay. Trust me, he isn't.) He walked in with black keds and boy, he had muscle. He had a perfect smile and no-lens glasses. Today was the day, I wished I had took time to wear something more than a baggy shirt and sweats. Then it hit me like a car speeding at 90 mph. What is love?