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Author's Note: Sorry if I sound like a hippie who's all, "Peace, man." This is just my opinion.
What is love? Is it merely, "I have a crush on you"? Or is it the powerful bond that keeps you from not attempting suicide when life goes upside-down? Love is what many people fear most. Now, you may be wondering, "What does love have to do with ANYTHING at all in Whyville?" And my answer is, simply nothing. This is just my opinion on what I think love is. I wouldn't like anyone in the BBS going "That's the wrong way to define love!" The truth is, there is no right way to define love. I'm just writing and telling you what I believe love is. Well, here I go . . . wish me luck!
Now, I'm not going to start out by telling you what I think love is, I'm going to tell you what the Merriam-Webster dictionary said the definition of love is.
(1): strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties (2): attraction based on sexual desire : affection and tenderness felt by lovers (3): affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests
In my opinion, that is a partially true statement. But, I believe that there is more than just affection in love.
Love is an extremely complicated subject, yet some people think love is something you can think of very lightly. During lunchtime at my school, I overhear people saying, "Oh I love So-and-So!". I don't think they mean what they say. I believe that love would be like dying for someone. I highly doubt that a cheerleader at my school would give up her life for the hot quarterback who has cute hair. I think love is a force that is always renewing itself, making more room for more love in your life.
Now, I'm done with that crush jib-jab. Now, I'm going to go even deeper in to why love is so complicated. I think that if love were a color, it wouldn't be pink, or red. I think the color of love is black as night, because it's so mysterious and complicated that nobody can really infer what love consists of. Have you ever had an ink pen? Do you remember the time that you were writing a really important essay, and then the ink just sprayed out of the pen, spreading out all over the paper until it was almost saturated? That's what I think love is like. A growing force that matures as we mature.
Where does love come from? Are you just born with it? This is one of the questions I ponder. I don't think love is just an automatic thing. You have to earn it as time goes on, like how the popular clique in school hangs out with a kid who could possibly be a popular if they do the "right" thing. Love is a force that will enter you as life rolls on.
Well, I just spilled all these words on to my imaginary paper, hoping that maybe, you understand my point of view about love. Thank you for reading this.
-DAWMUgal
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