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True love isn't just seeing someone at their best and realizing you want to be with them for the rest of your lives. It's also seeing them at their absolute worst and still being able to think the exact same thing.

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True love is caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you. It's when you stop at nothing, even when people roll their eyes at you and call you crazy, even then. Especially then. It's knowing someone more than anyone else alive, knowing someone more than they know themselves. True love is wanting to be with someone during heir happiest days and wanting to be happy with them. And it's wanting to be with someone during their worst and loving them even then, especially then. It's loving someone when they can't love themselves, it's laying their flaws down and kissing and cradling each and every one of them—especially the ones they hate the most. It's this rush of emotion you get when you hear the person's name and after that all you can hear is your heart thumping loudly in your ears telling you you're in love. True love is when you find someone who becomes your strength and your weakness at the same time—and you know why that is, you are in love. It's when you don't care if a meteor hits the Earth and wipes all life out, you'll still want to be with that person because your love for them is all that matters and all that will ever matter. It's when all the gods that exist can't stop you from wanting to be with the person because you love them. It's loving every single part of someone; the parts you know, and the ones you don't know. It's waking up in the morning with no worries and no pain, knowing that all is right with the world and everything that is, should be. It's when that person becomes what keeps you alive—your oxygen. That someone becomes what you need to breathe, to live, to be alive and happy. That's true love.

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What is true love? Love isn’t just explained in one thing. Love is more than just a feeling. For me to properly explain what love is, I’d say it’s like a book. Love is a big fat book with pages overflowing and words written in unreadable handwriting. Maybe not a published book, rather a diary. A collection of moments that you keep replaying over and over again in your head that makes you lie awake at night with a big smile on your face. But true love is a whole entirely different story, but on that same book, just a few pages till the end. Love comes in stages and motions, because love never stays the same;it changes. Love is human.

Chapter 1,  April 28, 2017

Are you really worth the wait? I talked to you for hours, until 1:18 in the morning to be exact. I wonder what time it is for you there, wherever you are. Where are you now? Are you far away? Maybe you’re nearer to me this time. My eyes feel sore, and they sting each time I close them. But I know why they sting; My eyes miss seeing you. Just to talk to you, to see your face and hear your voice through a tiny little phone screen is enough. I used up all of mommy’s battery. I miss you so much, daddy. Please come home. I’m here waiting for you.

Chapter 15, June 22, 2019

I forgot to tell you, but I just wanted to tell you how great you look today. Your dress looked so pretty. I know how hard you worked just to pay for that dress. I even waited for you outside the coffee shop you work in because you took the extra night shift, and you’d sleep in my car on the ride home.  And another time, in the pouring rain with a small umbrella. We got into my brand new car soaking wet, my car being drenched in rainwater. You’d be passed out on the passenger’s seat and your hair all tied up into a messy bun. And no matter how bumpy the road was, or how fast I was going, you’d still be fast asleep, your head leaning on the window.

You look fantastic in that dress, sweetheart. Always wear it.

Chapter 84, December 14, 2016

Today was your birthday, but I felt like I got the best gift ever; you. After 9 long, hard, unbearable nights, God finally gave me you. This is the first time I’m meeting you face to face. Right now, you mom is recovering from just giving birth, so dad’s here to calm you. Do you know how many times I drove out in the middle of the night to get your mom a particular food? You put your mom through a lot of back pain too. And I couldn’t keep up with your mom’s needs right after I got fired from my job. I can’t wait for you to have your first birthday, first steps, first words! Dad’s always gonna be here for you, don’t worry about me leaving. Honestly, I still don’t know how I’m gonna pay for the hospital bill, but dad will find a way. I’ll find a way for you! Shh, shh. No need to cry anymore, I’m here, I’m here.

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Love.

Easy to say, hard to maintain. It’s easy to say you love someone when you feel attracted to them but it’s hard to stay in love as time passes by. What is love in the first place?

Maybe it’s when you let go of someone you treasure, even if it will hurt you, because you know that it’s for their own good. But maybe it’s also about holding on to someone and fighting for them   no matter what happens.

Maybe it’s about sharing an umbrella whenever it rains. But maybe it’s also about getting wet under the rain and enjoying it.

Maybe it’s about waiting for the right time. But maybe it’s also about asking him/her out the first chance that you get because you recognize that you can’t lose that person.

There will always be a lot of maybes and what ifs but one thing’s for sure: Love is about being patient, is about being kind, it’s about being selfless and it’s about acceptance without limitations or regulations. A lot of people mistake love for infatuation because love is something that lasts forever, it’s something that doesn’t die. Yes, love may be something as tragic as taking a bullet for someone or living for them, it is letting go of the one you love but not leaving, and it is also waiting for someone even though there’s no assurance that he/she will end up with you. Love is a lot of things. It cannot be defined by mere sentences. This is where fate takes its place because when you fall in love, there’s nothing you can do about it.

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What is true love? I’d like to think that love is full of happy moments, smiles, and makes your heart flutter. In another universe, it would be an epitome of perfection. It would be flawless, beautiful, and something that just comes naturally. However, I don’t think that’s possible. Yes, we’ve all read love stories. Some of them are of the cliché kind, wherein the characters meet, take a liking to each other, and have a huge misunderstanding that’ll only be solved if one of them takes the first move and talks it out with the other. Soon thereafter, that conflict would be resolved, and they get back together, because they found out that they’ve loved each other the whole time. But, what actually is true love? Well, I think that love is when you’d do anything to make sure that that person is happy. You’d spend countless nights worrying and hoping that he or she is alright. You’d feel like the happiest person alive when you see that person smiling. True love is an endless escapade. You wouldn’t know what would happen next. It’s when you’re plagued with the realization that problems are inevitable, but you stay, anyway. You stay because you feel this strong sense of feeling towards whoever that person is, and you feel like a part of you would be gone when he or she is taken away from you. True love is that distant memory from so long ago, that you’ve stored deep in your heart and never forgotten to this day. It’s the memory that brings a smile to your face, and reminds you that there are still good days in the midst of many terrible ones. However, true love is also dangerous, runs deeper than what’s seen on the surface, and feels like everything. All it takes is a snap of your fingers, and everything may go crashing down. Despite it all going downhill, though, what’s beautiful about true love is that you still go on loving. Never mind that gaping hole consuming your body, because you still love. You’ll know it’s true when an eternity has passed, but you still care. You’ll know it’s true when you find yourself walking past that corner of the street, smiling as you recall those memories, feel those emotions surging through your bones, and relishing in the mere thought that it has happened. You’ll know it’s true when years have passed, but you still feel everything. You’ll know it’s true when you see that person with someone else, stars in their eyes, laughing like there’s no tomorrow, but you smile anyway, because that person’s happiness brings you happiness. I don’t know if this, in all its complexity, is what love truly is, however. I’m just a girl of fourteen years, and trust me when I say I haven’t experienced it yet.

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Why is true love boring? It’s boring simply because it's not supposed to be full of extravagant events in the first place. In my opinion, true love isn't love that's based on how long or interesting your history with your partner is. Love shouldn't just be about winning your partner's affection from some other suitor, love isn't about being with someone the world tells you not to be. Love is being with someone different enough to compliment you, but not too different to the point where your relationship with them hurts you. Love isn't the unity of fire and water, of north and south, or of wrong and right. Love isn't supposed to be filled with jealousy. Love is, in the simplest form, boring.

It's every time you hear:

"Have a safe trip!"

"I hope you're eating healthy."

"Sleep soon."

It's every moment you spend playing Monopoly, or just enjoying their presence in silence. It’s every bit of happiness you get from theirs. The reason love shouldn’t be filled with all the excitement as we see in TV is because all the little moments we spend doing nothing—the fact that we’re doing nothing with them—makes it as interesting as it should ever need to get—despite the fact that it may appear boring to others. So, really, love is boring, but only to those who aren’t in it.

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My favorite love story is Bonnie and Clyde's. I will make it brief so you won’t get bored :) I’ll begin with a short introduction about how Bonnie and Clyde came to be. Like Romeo and Juliet, they fell in love at first sight. Bonnie was making hot chocolate when they first met, and they were smitten immediately. It was said that Bonnie only went with Clyde because she was deeply in love with him. Comparing it with Shakespeare's legendary masterpiece, let's start with the differences. Of course, stating the most obvious facts, R&J are fictional teen characters, while B&C are real adults. Romeo and Juliet are also of the upper-class, and Bonnie and Clyde are of the opposite. They were murderous criminals, unlike R&J, excluding the fact that Romeo killed Tybalt. Their motive was crime, and through crime is how their relationship grew and developed. Bonnie was already married when she fell in love with Clyde, while Juliet was about to get married to Paris when she met Romeo. Lastly, their deaths differ from one another, which I’ll explain later. Moving on, their stories also have similarities. Like I said before, their love story started when they first met. The men also received punishments by those of authority, Romeo was exiled by the Prince while Clyde was hunted down by the law enforcements. And of course, the most heartbreaking of all, their stories ended in a tragedy. Romeo and Juliet committed suicide beside each other, and Bonnie and Clyde were ambushed and shot to death more than fifty times each.

How do I know if it’s true love? (DISCLAIMER, I NEVER EXPERIENCED LOVE OR ANYTHING OF THAT SORT, EVEN A CRUSH, SO PLEASE I'M SORRY ABOUT MY ANSWERS)

1. If you feel unusually happy only if you’re around that person, and will do anything to bring a smile on his face

2. DEFINITELY NOT LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

3. When you stop looking for better men

4. When you’re willing to do anything for that person, no matter the sacrifices and not expect something in return

5. You won’t just talk with that person on your free time, you free your time for him

6. When you fully trust the person

7. When you’re comfortable being you around that person

8. Ever since that person stepped in your life, he made a big impact in you

9. That person is one of the main reasons of your emotions

10. You learned how to be patient because of him

11. You go all out with your outfits to impress him

12. Basically do anything to impress him

13. When you never grew tired of his company

14. The words that come out of his mouth and the actions that he does relating to you or onto you means everything to you

15. You wake up happy if only because you get to see him that day.

16. His happiness is your top priority

17. Romeo <3

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What is true love? How do you know it’s true love? I’ve been very (un)lucky because I have yet to experience that, or so I think.  But before we ask ourselves what real love is, we have to know what it isn’t.  For starters, love isn’t purely built on physical attraction, nor  is it self-serving.  Love is not running away when things get tough, or when the object of attraction stops being attractive.  Love transcends whatever is skin-deep.  Love is a two-way street (if the odds are in your favor); love is supporting someone at their best and refusing to give up on them at their worst.  Love is usually encapsulated in poetry and prose, unless said material solely stresses the perfection of the muse, and that isn’t love at all.  Love boils down to the littlest details/imperfections that you somehow find a way to appreciate it.  Love is the words “Take care”, “I hope you’re okay”, “I think this’ll make you happy”, “You’re (more than) good enough”, and so many other words I’ve yet to hear

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Love can be silence minus the tension and awkwardness that often comes with it.  It is learning how to set someone free because you know that’s best for them.  Love demands sacrifice and will inevitably hurt you, but there is meaning in all this.  Real love won’t be the monster under your bed that’s been waiting and waiting to drag you to the rock bottom and leave you there forever.  It may be true that love has the power to bring you to hell and back, but real love will always lead you to heaven you will have to define.  You get the best out of love when you feel every rough edge, smooth side, and crevice.  Love isn’t always the adrenaline rush you get while riding a rollercoaster; love can be the comfort you get from your favorite food.  Above everything, real love gives you a reason to wake up every morning and sleep soundly at night.  Real love transcends romance, and romance can exist without it.

(But who am I to tell you what real love is when I’ve yet to feel it?)