#3071 Love. Who was love? Love was her. Love had short, flowing hair. Love liked Ed Sheerans songs because it reminded her the feeling of.... love..... or so he thought. Love ran away from him; grew cold, distant - walled herself away from him. He didnt know what to do, so he waited. He waited for love to come back in his life.... and she did. But love looked different now: she had a lower, lovely voice. Oh, the voice of an angel. She had curly, fuzzy hair. Her smile was still the same; stunning, and beautiful as ever. But she was different.... Love used to always have a textbook with her, but now, now Love had fiction books, poetry, and the like. Love used to speak in fluid Filipino, but now she liked English better. He didnt mind. He liked English better too. Love used to be quiet, and conservative. But now, Love grew noisier, more hyper, but lonelier. Love was like water: constantly moving, constantly changing. In short: she was unstoppable. Love was afraid to love again because she believed no-one could understand, that no-one could handle her..... but He proved Love wrong. He showed Love that there were shades of black and white in everything. He showed Love that even in the small things She did, he saw art. Masterpieces. Love remembered how it was to fall, and be caught again. They were like fire and ice in the beginning, but now, they complimented each other so well, they were soul bond: for life. He and Love didnt always see eye-to-eye when it came to music though. Love loved Coldplay, while He didnt understand why she always picked on Fall Out Boy. But they set those differences beside. Why? Because they loved each other more than anything. And that, that was unstoppable. Love loved He. He loved Love. It was a match in heaven waiting to happen. - (c) KP. Time Submitted: Monday, 12/22/2014, 07:12 AM
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 13:06:05 +0000
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