Hello everybody! I am in a major funk and this idea came to mind! Hopefully it will inspire me slightly! The setting is in college and Emily and Alison are together. They live in the same dorm too! This writing style is a tad different from my usual one so I hope it's not to bad. Love you all- lexus
Love.
Alison's POV.
"Define love? I don't believe a single one of you can or cannot because love is different to all of us. To fit with some of the themes we have this unit about the topic I want at least 500 words on what love means to you. I know 500 words is a lot for some of you due to the fact half this class only knows 500 words maximum." The class snickers and you join in. "But here's the advantage for you all. You may write it how ever you like. It could be a story, a poem, a journal entry style piece, however you want to write it! Include details, lists of things you love and no it cannot be the same word 500 times, I'm talking to you Jacob."
The class begins to laugh again. Mr Ramery is your favorite teacher because not only is he funny but you actually learn from him.
"This assignment is due on the third so get writing. Class dismissed." You get up from you seat smiling because the school day is done. Now it's time to rush back to your dorm to see your beautiful girlfriend.
As you walk to the residence, your brain is full of idea's for this assignment. You're going to write about Emily. A mixture of the version of love you see when she just looks at you and of what you love about in general.
Before these thoughts leave your brain, you quickly run up the stairs and into your joint room. Seeing no Emily around, you remember she has to work today so hastily you open the shared laptop on her bed.
"Log innn already." You state exasperated and as soon as the words leave your mouth you're logged in. Clicking on google drive, a title pops into your brain and is quickly written down on the document. The love of lives. Cheesy and romantic but you love it.
You begin to think; words, thoughts, moments flow fluidly through your brain. As soon as they come up in thought, they are typed down and by the time an hour passes, you're just halfway done the assignment. Reading over it you smile because though it is rough around the edges it is still your most inner thoughts and feelings. The old Alison would have never done this but all this does is prove how much you've grown as a human being not as a living manikin. Deciding the way it is so far written is pure, you read it outloud just to make sure it makes sense before you continue.
"What is love? What does it mean and what do we feel when we are touched by love? When do we know love is real and not something humans created to not feel so lonely? For some people love is when somebody leaves the last slice of pizza for them or family. But I know it when I look at her that is the definition of love. The passion that runs through my thoughts when I just even get a glimpse of her is unimaginable. It is a deep seeded passion that has fuelled my thoughts and moments walking this earth since a young age.
I love everything about her, whether it be her small quirky smile or her fierceness when she swims. I love the way her innocence's is almost always present but how at the same time she is a rebel. The love I feel for her is something I can never understand and something I never want to understand because it keeps me guessing. It keeps me wondering how I ever got so lucky and makes me realize there must be a god above because she is absolute perfection. I love her so much that at points my heart aches when I don't see her for long periods of time and when she texts me just hello my heart explodes due to being so happy.
People say blood is thicker then water but I disagree. My family was not loving or caring. They were isolated and cold and degrading. They were of blood yet I barly knew them but the relationships I have with my close friends and with Emily, are beautifully loving. These relationships are not of blood but of water and they mean more to me then anything else on this planet. Emily and I are of water but she taught me what my own family, of blood, was supposed to. How to love and accept love in it's purest of forms. In one of it's most basic, caring, accepting way's.
She taught me how let people in without fear of abandonment or fear of humiliation. She showed me love was possible in a world full of evil and sadness. That through everything she would be by my side and that I deserved love. After years of me being unaccepting and manipulative, she still believe I deserved to be loved.
So when somebody asks me what love is to me I will forever answer with Emily Field's."
You sit there, and sigh because what you have written so far, is the complete honest truth. After a few minutes of sitting there, a ring of your cell phone interrupts your train of thought. A familiar name is spelt across the screen and your face lights up.
"Hey Em." You say into your phone.
"Hey Ali. Was wondering if pizza sounds good for supper tonight babe?" You nod your head but then figure out she can't see me so you reply with a quick "yea sounds good."
"Well what's going on? I'm just on break for a little bit so I decided to call."
"Well I am currently half way done writing an English mini assignment." You reply smirking.
"Ooo sounds interesting! What's the theme?"
"Love" you answer simply.
"And what are you writing about?" She question's.
"You."