Love’s
a four-letter word I’m sure all of you are aware of. Maybe you haven’t felt the
true meaning, but you must have heard it once in your life, and there
definitely is no answer to the question “what is love?” My Webster dictionary
says that love is an intense affection for another person based on personal
feelings or family. Love is a relative term. It means different things to
different people.
What I
personally think is that if you love someone because of his eyes, lips or face,
it’s not love — it’s lust. If it is because she cries every time you go away,
it’s not love it’s pity. If she or he makes you forget to study and sleep, it’s
not love it’s infatuation. Love is when you don't know why you seem to be
attracted to a person. It has its own reasons.
If I love
someone, I would be addicted to him, watching him smile, laughing with him
loudly, always trying to be with him, talk to him, telling him everything and
knowing and wanting to know more and more about him I would secretly see him
with my eyes. I would look for irrelevant reasons to text him and wait for his
reply even if I know he would not want to do that. I’d want to make him realize
he is special for me, If I am down for some reason his few words would make me
laugh and happier than those of other friends trying to cheer me up. I would go
to mad when he tells me he has a crush on a classmate. His stupid joke would
make me laugh more than the best comedy show. Even if he is lying I would buy
all his lies because those words came out of his mouth.
However: if I
love someone — for example a close friend of mine and he does not feel the same
for me as I do for him — I would never ever have the courage to let him know
about my feelings. That is because of the fear of losing the friend I have in
him, losing him altogether. BREAKUP is a word I would never want to have in my
love story; the worst part of losing love is to get back to life. When you lose
love, you lose life. If a person ditches you in a relationship and you can’t
yet hate him, you realize that the memories are worth the pain. You feel
extremely ridiculous when they say, “when you lose something, you gain
something.”
I would like
to conclude this article with a quote I love, it says: “IN THE ARITHAMETIC OF
LOVE, ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS EVERYTHING AND TWO MINUS ONE EQUALS NOTHING
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