I apologize for the delay in a post, but I have not dedicated time into writing lately. I have been developing ideas though in this time. So I thought I would give you this as a little treat. So, here is a little introduction to a story I just started working on. I hope you enjoy.
Love is a four letter word. It is noun but it can also be used as a verb. The definition of the word love is, a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. It can also mean a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. Love is also a sexual passion or desire. What is love really though?
What do I mean by that? Well I guess I really don’t know what it is. I would have to say that love is different to each individual person. Some people think love is just having sex with someone else. Their are people who think love is a way to express how you feel about someone or something. What do I believe though?
I believe that love is when you realize that after getting to know someone, and I mean really getting to know them after a period of time that you can’t even stand to begin thinking about living without them in your life. Love is when you remember the little things about the other person. The little things that they do that just make them who they are and why you love them. Like how they wake up in the morning and give you that amazing kiss. How about when they try and dress to make their eyes a certain color. Maybe even how they laugh. When you know how a person functions inside and out, that is what I call love. When you would do anything in the world to make that person happy, that is what I call love.
After all this time of getting to know them, after all you do for the one you love, and even after all the times you laughed and loved together, what do you do when that person you loved no longer wants you in their life? Even after all the possible years of getting to know everything about that person, and falling in madly in love they can still manage to break you heart, just like that. Sometimes you can see it coming, but sometimes it can hit you out of nowhere.
Then you begin to look back on the memories you shared together. All the times when you two were happy and were having the times of your life. How you two almost got caught doing something you shouldn’t have once. How you tickled her/him, and ended up wrestling each other in a fight of tickling. How you two just laid on the couch all day in each others arms watching movies and just being happy. Thats when you forget what it was like to be happy. This is why this story is called what its called, because it’s not a love story.
This has been a introduction to a story based on true events.
