What is love?
Amy
"What is love?
Is it a celebration
Of mind and of body
Of heart and of soul
Of look and of beauty?"
What is love? It's an interesting question. I suppose that it wants me to go deeper than a dictionary entry. So okay…here goes…
To me, love isn't just one thing. Love is pain, sorrow, confusion, joy, heartbreak, jealousy, fear, anger, passion, and happiness all rolled into one idea. One big idea.
And there are different types of love - there is false love and true love. There are people who love someone only for their looks or wealth, and people who love someone for, well, them. And the trouble is, you can spend your whole life not knowing which is which.
And there's something about love that's addictive. Even when your heart's been broken and you think you're done with love, you find yourself plunging back into that world. Knowing you're most likely going to get hurt, or that you're going to hurt someone else, and you still do it - hurting and healing, hurting and healing, until you find the right person. Funny, isn't it, how predictable it all is?
I take that last thing back. Love surprises you. Constantly. It either gives you a bouquet of roses or a broken heart. And what's more, it seems you find yourself falling in love with the most unlikely people - people you would never have considered before.
Like Ian. I know I shouldn't write about him, shouldn't even think about him, but I can't help it. It's as if love is continuously pushing me toward him, dragging me toward him, taunting me with something I can't have, because I know he doesn't love me back - and I know he never will.
That's another thing about love - it doesn't always have happy endings.
Ian
"What is love?
Is it a book full of words
Of beautiful poems
Of bittersweet stories
Of pretty ideas?"
What is love? Hmmm. Most people would give a meaningless, mushy answer. Maybe that's what love is in their fantasies. But the truth of the matter is…it's a feeling for the weak.
It's rather pitiful. So many powerful leaders and rulers with so much potential have been thwarted by love, overcome by it. You see, love drives us to do things - impulsive, foolish, pointless things you regret later. And I can not tell you all the people that have given up everything, everything, for love.
Love isn't something any capable people should feel. The Kabras most definitely don't support it - we have arranged marriages and such - and so I believe it is an irrelevant feeling - irrelevant and useless. In fact, I would rather call it laughable - well, I would if I wasn't afraid that I was in love myself.
No. I'm not in love. I simply like Amy. She interests me, as a person. I have never met someone like her - intelligent, curious, grateful for small things, always willing to learn. And though to many she may not seem like a beauty, I find her oddly beautiful. Almost as if the true radiance inside her shines to the outside.
But it is foolish to think of her at all. I have a mission, and she is a distraction, an obstruction. I must push away my feelings, doubts, and hesitations if I am to have success.
That's another thing about love - it thrives the best when you don't want it.
Dan
"What is love?
Could it be just a joke
A thing nonexistent
Passed down year from year
An idea made real?"
What is love? Well, that's a dumb question. It's a stupid, pointless feeling that's the object of tons of stupid, pointless movies and is basically what turns the world around. Girls are all for it, and guys ignore it. Yeah. Now, ninja skills - ninja skills are awesome. But that's probably not the answer you wanted…
You know, fine, just give me a second…Okay, here it is, the dictionary definition:
Love, (luv) n. : a deep affection for (yuck) or attachment (gross) or devotion (weird) to someone
There, that's what it said in the dictionary. Well, I may have added in a few parts, but still. There, you happy?
Oh, and another thing about love - I am an eleven-year-old, and I have never felt, do not feel, and will never feel love. Okay. Maybe toward Ben and Jerry ice cream, but that's about it. There. Ninja out!
Natalie
"What is love?
Is it simply a stream
That runs through one's heart
Makes one catch his breath
Feel lightheaded and faint?"
What is love? That's a worthless question. My answer - I don't really care. The only thing about love I do care about is that everyone loves me. I am special - I'm rich, beautiful, smart, beautiful, funny, beautiful, perfect, and beautiful.
Well, any questions? None? Good, case closed. I have better things to waste my time on.
Oh, and another thing about love - it's sooo overrated!
AN: I know Natalie's was short, but I figured that that's just the type of person Natalie is. Not willing enough to write something too long. Anyways, I'm not sure if I should make this a one-shot or continue it with even more characters, but I'll decide soon...anyways, please read and review.