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I don't know when I want them in so don't ask. I'll give you a week notice before I want them in. The OCs be in till like the 3rd, 4thor 5thchapter. I decided t change her name because I like the name 'Cheye' better.

"Mom," I said, "can I tell you something?"

"Sure," she says as she sits down beside me on the couch.

"I think love is a sham. There isn't a purpose. There are greater things in life, like I don't know, say, having a great career and being with your friends. Everybody is always worried about who they'll marry, or who their first kiss will be, or whatever. Love just weighs you down. What's the purpose?"

"Oh! Honey, no!" my mom squeezes my hand. "Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you. Loving someone requires a leap of faith, and a soft landing is never guaranteed."

"Mom, it's overrated."

"You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs." she looks at her hand, staring at the wedding ring on her finger. "Don't think your love life will be anything like mine used to be, because it won't. Cheye, you will find somebody. I know you will. You're great, dear. You just have to open up. Stop having your "summer boyfriends" or "seasonal boyfriends" and actually date someone you like. Don't be like I used to be." Mom is somewhat right, I thought to myself. I know that I do not want to be anything like she used to be. She is on her 6th marriage. She always said that whoever she was currently married to was "The One" but she has me convinced that Jared, her current husband, is for real.

I don't know what else to say so all I come up with is, "I'll take that into consideration. I love you mom, bye."

"Oh Cheye," she says, extending her arms out to me, "I love you too." I embrace her, then walk away, wondering what it felt like to love someone that much. So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.

A/N: Okay so, do you likey? Or no? Because I am really really liking this. A lot. But I'm not sure about the title…