Some one asked me a few nights back if I'd ever been inlove.
The question made me all kinds of uncommfortable.
My first reaction wanted to scream that obviously I'd been in love before.
But then a small voice in the back of my head whispered "have you?"
I began trying to define what being in love would entail. I'd had a boyfriend who sent flowers, reminded me of how pretty I was and hugged and kissed me as often as we could. Was that love?
The question made me all kinds of uncommfortable.
My first reaction wanted to scream that obviously I'd been in love before.
But then a small voice in the back of my head whispered "have you?"
I began trying to define what being in love would entail. I'd had a boyfriend who sent flowers, reminded me of how pretty I was and hugged and kissed me as often as we could. Was that love?
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