What is love?
Sure almost every teenager out there regardless of gender have once or twice had asked this question to themselves. I'm one of those people who don't really understand love, it is so complicated that even though you asked the same question again and again there will be numerous answers and it changes every time.
I don't hate 'love'. In fact I believe in 'love'.
But if it could take a form I would define it as something warm, something bright, something hopeful, something endless, something that burn... or hurt, but still warm.
"Aren't the moon and stars beautiful?"
They are. But I don't like them. It is because they are covered in dark. They shine, they shed light. But they are too dim, too little light.
"Then what do you like?"
I like the sun.
It is warm, it burns, it's hot but comforting.
It's like hope, endless light or undying.
It's like love.
I like the sun just like love.
If love could take form it could be the sun.
"Good morning" said my seatmate then he struck me a smile.
It hurts. It tingles. It warms my stomach and made my head float.
"What is this?"
If the sun could take another form
it would be him.
"Yes, this is love"
He glance me a confuse look but it didn't stop me or my mouth form uttering my next word.
"I love you" I whisper
enough for him to hear.
He blushed and so did I
And it's warm just like the sun.