"The Meaning of Love"
Soppy title, probably an even soppier story. But it's Leah. The bitch. So it can't be too soppy.
I've had a request to write this story once, so I thought I'd give it a go. Not sure really, but I think it's a Leah/ Embry story.
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Please review.
I don't own anything. I can't be bothered writing any more disclaimers, so this is it. My claim that nothing in this story is actually mine.
I am bit sceptic about love, really. People always go on and on about how much they love someone, and that they're soul mates, and they'll always be together.
I don't believe that. I do believe that once you fall in love with someone, it's forever, though. At least until that person changes. Then you'll always be in love with the memory of that person.
I, myself, have never been in love. At all. I've been pretty close to it, but my feelings were never truly strong enough.
There are three stages in a relationship.
First, you have the crush. This is the bit that lasts the longest. When you think that maybe you love someone, and think about them constantly. Many people get married believing that they love someone, when it is only really a crush. Eventually, you find something out about the other person, and it just slowly breaks apart, and you realise you never were in love in the first place.
Second- "Love". I'm not all that sure that this is true, to be honest. I know, from experience that this has never happened to me, and I don't think it ever will. If it is real, and I just haven't experienced it yet, then love seems all too easy to have. Like those teenage relationships, when you've only been going out with a guy for two days, then tell them that you love them. Things like that make me believe that love isn't real. Just a myth. A happy fairytale.
Third. The third stage of a relationship is the break up. This happens quite often, all around the world. You may believe that your pain is the most excruciating pain ever, but trust me, someone, somewhere, is going through something worse. I've been through breakups, and I believe that the only reason why they're so painful is because you miss the company of another person. If so, then just don't avoid them. It's simple. No more binge eating, or watching stupid pointless movies about fake emotions.
I, Leah Clearwater, have never been in love.
Yes. Yes, I know- another story.
God, Deany-Bob, couldn't you just… I don't know… finish a story for once, and not get side tracked?
So. Please review. Thanks for reading my ramble of preface.
Love you!
