Authors Note:
So, inspiration struck again, and I couldn't wait to share this with all of you! This story is a little different than my others, but I hope you like it anyway! I am uploading the first two chapters first but than I will be slow with updating this story, it's harder to write for me considering it's all in third person and I have three different stories within this story, so be patient with me! Let me know what you all think! Enjoy, "What Is Love?"
Disclaimer - I don't own the characters and most of what I talk about in this story! They all belong to Cassandra Clare, and I'm just simply using her beautifully designed characters to help make my story!
This Story will talk about some pretty deep stuff later on, and I just wanted to warn you all now that it might get dark, but it won't be dark forever!
Chapter One:
Love was something people didn't think teenagers could believe in. They were too immature, and too young to know what it truly meant to love someone. To love someone so whole-heartedly and do absolutely anything that person needed you to do, even if it wasn't in a romantic was a concept most people couldn't grasp.
There were special cases though, for some finding true love was something they encountered very early on in life, and they were lucky enough to grab it while they had the chance. It might be unconventional, and at an inconvenient time, or maybe at the perfect time. Sometimes people pushed love away because it was too terrifying to face, and sometimes people chased love no matter how far they ran because they knew that it was meant to be. Sometimes people threw away love because they were ashamed of it, they were ashamed of how people would react and how they would be viewed.
Love is something that every person deserves to feel. To be in love, to be loved, and to love. It was a concept that was so incredibly mystifying, and scary, but so completely worth it in the end. Love is hard work, and it requires compromise, and understanding. It can't be rushed or one ended. Being in love with someone should be as easy as breathing, but also it should require everything you have because without the work, it just isn't real.
Love was something people strived to find in life, and it may happen when you're 17, or it may happen when you're 45, but that doesn't make it any less real or true or important. Age is just a number, and love is a continuous journey that both parties need to be fully invested in for it to work. What is love? It's different to everyone, and it changes with every person. Love doesn't have one distinct definition, but it has the same end goal. It ends in happiness, and smiles, and laughter. Love is a journey, and one way or another; everyone was going to end up on that road.