What is love?

"Love what is it?"said I making a sketch of my little sibling and cousin. "To it some kind of feeling or just a stupid word."I said while walking up to my room with my sketch padin hand.I sat down on my bed brooding about what love was. 'It's probably some kind of potion or feeling to keep you wondering what it mean.' "I'll never know until I experience it,but for now focus on my school work instead."I replied to myself getting over to my school work on the computer.

Until now I've been wondering about what it means because someone is in love with me that's what person says and I don't believe him.Nothing I say to the person won'tfaze him the person at all even if I told him I don't know what it means either. The person doesn't know anything about me. ' Hemust be very stupid or stubborn.' I thought whileturning on my computer to type a journal entry for my history project. The journal entry was going terrible since my mind is something else intead.

"I hate this project. It doesn't make any sense to me at all." I said messing up my hair with a tint of frustration in my voice. Then I threw my computer out the window out ofanger. This made me even more angrier since that had my project on it. The person I was assigned to is a popular guy around the women at school and we're supposed to betwo lovebirds in rome that don't want to seperate.The guy's name is Zaire, I don't like him at all.

He's a stupid gentlemen (that's what I say, but the other girls say the opposite). Yet I think I have tiny attraction to him...is that what mean about love? Nah, has to be somethingmore than his looks, I think. I really don't understand it though. It's nothing but foolishness! I say someone else can play the low life with Zaire's character! Someone who never experienced love shouldn't or never went on a date or never liked someone shouldn't play the person!

I had enough I can't stop pondering about this I want my question answered once and for all I'm sick of holding it back. I ran to the window and opened it putting my headout the window yelling "What's love!"That's what I yelled at the top of my lungs out my window.People looked at me strangely that day when I yelled out my window. After that day no one still never answered my question.When I was in school the next day I questioned a teacher of mine and she said with a unsure face and voice "Well,it's a wonderful feeling you feel around others that care for you the most." "That still doesn't answer my question." I said with a smug look on my face. I got up and left the classroom with my classmates staring at me awkwardly with confusion instead of interest of what I asked the teacher.

The next class which was the class with Zaire in it and me doing a pathetic play...history class the most idiootic class ever. I was in tier I'm supposed to wear as hislovely lover I may say. If anyone ever says anything about this or take a picture I'm going to hurt them. I don't want to remember this part of my life at all this isn't importantto me. We were acting as a real couple in this pathetic thing and I noticed that he was looking at me with his light green eyes. I also noticed when we kissed in one of theparts he kissed me with a lot of passion into it. 'Is he nuts or somethinglike the other guy? I'm going to flunk this, but I don't care if I do or not.' After that I kind of gave myself to him to do whatever he wants which I don't understand it at all. He told me that he fell for me when we were in eighth grade, but he knew I didn't like him atall. Then I thoght I knew what love meant, but it was just a theory for me to consider.

I ended up dating him till we got married after six years ending up adopting two little babies. We weren't ready to have biological yet. Then I figured out at last what love meant at last. It's something that you feel for the person that you care about the rest of your life. I finally get it after...my child and teenage years. I was so glad that Ikissed my husband after I jumped into his arms when he came in through the door from work. Zaire was so proud of me that I finally figured out.

Claire Collin

This was for my love of my life... Zaire.

This is the first fic i'm putting up.Well,review.