I have to write about love.

There are many poems of love and many books of it too. I've read pretty many of them. Most of them are cute. I heard that some singer, if I remember right, saying in an interview, that in everyday bases, you see a lot of love; in the movies, music videos, while you are just walking at the street, going to the store. You see someone kissing the one they love.

I’ve never kissed anyone.

I wonder how it feels, your first kiss.

Kissing seems a big part of love. I’ve read about it, in books and poems; the first kiss is almost always gentle and feels amazing. And everyone writes how they taste; flowers and mint, for example. Guess I understand the mint, if the character kissing had just washed his or her teeth or eaten a mint candy, but flowers. I wonder how many have really eaten flowers.

And I wonder, why they write mint and not toothpaste?

All of my friends say that they are in love with some guy, giggle and blush when they talk about him. And after awhile, they just forget their love and move to the next guy. That’s a crush, right? I’ve never had a crush.

I wonder how it feels.

I think my mother and father love each other very much. They have been married pretty long now. They have never really fought. Little bickering, nothing more. And I would know if they didn’t love each other. I’m very emphatic, you know. I think many would be jealous of my parent’s relationship.

But… I wonder, why to jealous when you can try and do something to you own relationship?

I love many things. I love my family and friends and usually myself too. I love my room and the library, and the books within it. I love sweets and cooking to myself, and to others.

I love peace! And peaches and passion fruit, and apples too. And I like macaroni and potatoes. I love my computer, and my Microsoft Word adviser cat. I love TV, and the American comedy.

I love winter and summer! I love April, it’s my birthday then, and I love Christmas. And I love the nature and going to a walk at noon, when the sun isn’t shining so brightly, but is still there. I love sunsets. I love sitting in the park. I love seeing couples holding each others and laughing together. And I love…!

yeah…

I wonder, why do I love so many things?