People throw the word love around like a tennis ball. It is something I have rarely felt.
Love is not telling me I am fat when I was only a size 8.
Love is not screaming at me right before I go to sleep. The scream is still ingrained in my memory.
Love is not telling me I will grow up to clean dustbins for a living.
Love is not accusing me of knocking over your teacup when I wasn't even in the room.
Love is not taking your anger out on me, because your too scared to take it out on the person you want to.
Love is the feeling of fur under your skin, when your pet comes too cheer you up.
Love is the expression on a face when they see you after a long time.
Love is the pride you feel when you have been trusted with something you did not expect.
Love is the friend who will stay up all night as you cry.
Love is that warm glow of light, that I very rarely feel.
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