Author: Anything.But.Perfection PM
What is love?Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Words: 517 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 3 - Published: 12-02-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2869750
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Love changes through the perception, the time of existence, the form where it comes through.
Love doesn't have that one real definition that everybody could fall back on.
Sure, there's that definition of it in the dictionary where it would explain to you love as a word, but not the truth and depth – the actuality of it.
Love changes all the time. There's never that one moment where love, to every single human being on earth, to which it would hold the same meaning.
At times, people's perception on it may overlap, may hold the same inner core but it just never is exactly the same.
In this fast-paced life, love doesn't seem that meaningful anymore.
There's that moment where you feel love enveloping you, where you feel it touching you right through your heart, but then that's that.
For the other parts, it would sit at the back of your mind, nothing more than something you could fall back on whenever you're free.
You know you're loved, you know that you love someone, but is it really as meaningful as it is said to be?
Everybody's too busy with more important things, having to attend to things that at that point of time, just seemed to be everything to you.
But that's life, nevertheless. You can't stop for even a moment or you would be left too far behind.
To some people happy endings is a fairytale, but maybe, is true love itself the fairytale?
There are stories of those people who live happily together for years but there are also those stories which taint love.
How would you know when love is true?
There are endless stories of people cheating despite vows, and neglecting and just leaving it behind altogether without a care of it whatsoever.
To some people, love is just some fantasy that has been instilled into human beings so that people believe that there's hope beyond what we have on hand. To some people, love is just simply a waste of time.
To some, it's everything.
There's so many different types of love. There's the love that exist between spouses, siblings, relatives, boyfriends and girlfriends, friendship, between its owner and its pet, between an owner and an object. The list is just endless.
It exists in so many different forms. In life itself, on paper, on the television screen, over the internet. The list is, too, endless.
So, what exactly is true love?
Does it really exist or is it just some illusion and make believe?
It could be anything you want it to be.
It's just one of those mysteries that are just best left unsolved.
A.N. Hello there! (:
I love the fact that you got it this far!
It struck me out of the blue and i just had to write it down. I'm not so sure if i placed it in the right genre and stuff though! O:
Anyway, i hope you liked it!