[[ A/N: In which Allen Walker delivers a lecture about the proper way to love. C: Written in response to some pissy messages on Facebook in which some n00b tried to tell me that I hadn't loved my ex girlfriend properly. Bitch, I know what it is to love. So here it is, delivered to some stupid bitch in the eloquent manner of Allen Walker. C: Enjoy~! ]]
In Which Allen Walker Rants on Love
-~*[ Allen Walker's POV ]*~-
Ah, love.
It is so silly.
Something so…how can I put it for you?
A chemical? Yes.
An honest emotion? Too much so.
A lie? Perhaps.
Love.
How can I break it down for you?
How can I make you understand?
…let us go back to grade school, shall we?
I shall model it for you.
Loyalty: faithfulness to commitments or obligations.
Openness: being open; not closed or barred.
Virtue: moral excellence; goodness; righteousness.
Endearment: an action or utterance showing affection.
All relationships have to have the following: patience, trust, honesty, affection, compassion, kindness, and a willingness to communicate. There are probably more things…but that is all that Mana told me about. At least, all that I can remember. Apparently, I have a certain naivety to me that forbids me from understanding the so-called 'true' depth of love that you claim I'm missing out on.
However. I know the difference between 'love' and 'lust'. Between 'love' and 'infatuation'. Between 'love' and 'desire'.
I never once thought to use you.
I never once thought to hurt you.
I never once thought to consider another person.
I never once thought to go to someone else for what you gave me.
Love…is not born of sex.
Love comes from the h e a r t .
From the s o u l .
From t e a r s shed during nights spent a l o n e and a f r a i d .
Don't you s e e ?
And you…you, Bookman Junior…you do not have a heart.
And some days, I refuse to believe that you have a soul.
And I know that you do not spend your nights crying and (much less) alone.
So how dare you accuse me of not knowing how to love?
