Love
It's funny, that feeling we call love. What is it exactly? Why do we cherish it so much? Why do we value it more than kindness or righteousness? I never was the one to put love before friendship, I always thought friends would come before love. I never understood people who forgot their friends the moment they found their significant other.
I used to ask people "Do you know what love is? Can you describe it?" Maybe it's passion that we feel towards the other person. Maybe it's just biological, we have a need to find our mate. Or is it that when you have a friend that you want to share your life with?
"You don't know what love is, until you feel it." That must have been the most common answer I got. It always bothered me, to know that others knew something that I didn't. They knew what it felt like to be in love, when I didn't and I didn't know when I was going to feel it either. I was anxious to know why people so badly wanted to find love.
It's different now. If you were to ask me "What is love?" I would tell you it's the most horrible feeling in the world. It makes you want to throw up. It makes your feet flabby and makes you lose your ability to speak.
Why do I hate love so much? It's simple though. I'm in love with a guy. The only problem is that my best friend is in love with the same boy.
Author's note: New story, again. This is only the preface, so if I people want to read this then I'll update the rest of it. Otherwise I'll be concentrating on my other stories and update this later. And yeah, you don't know who the characters are, and you won't until the first chapter.