Love is an emotion shared, whether it's shared between family, two friends or two lovers. Each person, no matter how cruel or how selfish they appear, feels love for at least one person. Whether they're with us, or not, it doesn't matter. Our love stays even when they don't.
One in love would do anything for that special person. Sometimes it's a good gesture, one that's appreciated. And others, it's one that was thought would protect them but really only caused them more pain.
When you're in love, who cares if the right decision will cause you pain? If it puts you in danger? All that matters is that they're safe. And you just hope that they'll understand that you meant well, even if it didn't turn out okay.
If you can't forgive someone you love because of a mistake in the past, do you really love them? If you can't see that they would do anything for you, even if they have nothing to offer, is that really love, or is it just like?
When you're truly in love, you see past the faults they may have, no matter how big or how small they are. And if you can do that, that's when you know this is it. My true love, my soul mate.
There might only be one out there for each of us, but whoever it is, it's your perfect match, someone that fits into you, not your friends. It only matters that they fit you.
If there's only one out there for each of us, does that mean we only have one chance at true love? And if that statement is right, shouldn't we give it our all when we find it? Even if you feel stupid doing it, isn't it worth it? So we have a chance at happiness?
There are people out there, single and they're happy. As they grow older, they still say they're happy, but are they really completely content? Do they never feel as if there's a piece of them missing, perhaps it was lost long ago but vivid in there mind. The place in their heart still aching as they think of what it could have been? Perhaps they were lost because they only realised how special they were when they were gone, maybe the person broke up with them, or perished.
But then there are the people who have never felt true love. The people who don't know what it's like to be in love. They're the people we really need to be sorry for, because they never had anyone special in their lives.
At least the people who have lost love can visualise what it would have been like, have a face to think of in their dreams, but the people who have never even felt it have no idea what true love really is – the strength, the power, the feeling as if they're the best person in the world and even if they only give you a single glance, or speak to you once, you're happy because at least they've thought of you, even if it is 'that girl from school'.
When you're truly in love, you will do anything.
Even if it's the most God-damn stupid thing you've ever done.
AN: I know it's really short – trust me I've totally realised! The next chapter will be longer, I swear. And if anyone reading this is also reading Truth Conquers all (please read it if you haven't) I'm still writing that, I just thought of this idea and literally couldn't wait to write it).