What is love?
Is it that funny feeling she gets in the pit of your stomach when he holds her hand?
Is it when he moves the hair out of her eyes and kisses her?
Is it love when he tells all his friends about her, and smile as he does it?
Is it how he likes to show her off whenever they go out?
Is love when he stays home with her on a Friday nights just to help her make dinner and watch chick-flicks?
Is it love when he makes fun of her just to make her laugh; or when he throws stuffed animals at her when she's being dumb?
Is it love when he puts his arms around her and gives her a big bear hug?
Is it love when he sings to her at the randomest moments?
Is it love when he kisses her in the pouring rain?
No, it's not.
It isn't when he stays at the hospital with her the whole night as she cries over her dead mother.
It isn't love when he lets her fall asleep on his chest.
Or how he doesn't get upset even though she's ruined his shirt with her tears.
It isn't love when he convinces her to sleep with him, even though they aren't married.
It isn't love when she tells him she's pregnant and he wells at her; saying it's all her fault, even though they're both to blame.
It isn't love when he leaves her and the child he helped conceive.
It isn't love when he passes her in the park but pretends he didn't see her.
It isn't love when he doesn't show up for her mother's funeral.
It isn't love when he's not there as she's rushed to the hospital, or how he doesn't know as something goes terribly wrong during her labor.
It isn't love when he's not there as she dies in childbirth.
It isn't love when in her last moments she has tears of sorrow in her eyes because her son looks just like his father.
It isn't love when their child is put up for adoption because his mother died seconds after giving birth to him and no one knows who the father is.
No… it isn't love.
After all, love is only hate wearing a different mask.
A/N: ... I felt angsty...
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