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Love is elastic. You can love a song or a book, but that's different than loving a person. Loving your Mother is different than loving your child, or significant other. We all know this, but sometimes we forgot. Sometimes, we remember.

to some people, love in an alien concept. They don't know it, and they don't want to. They can think that love is an evil thing, a thing that people twist for their needs. It sucks. But, that's what people think.

Some people do twist it. Some people take the word love and throw it around like it's nothing.
"I'm doing it because I love you," they say, as they beat a battered and broken child.
"I love you so much, your art is beautiful," another says, as they look through the cell's windows.

Both are being manipulated by the word love.

And it sucks.

Nothing good comes out of it.

If you say you love something, someone... mean it.
otherwise... this happens.

But when people mean it, it's an amazing thing. It's like watching flowers in a meadow or flying up in the sky, watching everything from bellow.
"I love you," they say with meaning. The feeling swelling in their chest.
"I love you too," a small smiles on their face.

"I love you,"
"What?" they say in fear.
"No- no no, I mean it,"
"I-I-"
"I understand,"

that is love. Love is understanding, love is waiting.
Love is love.
And it's a beautiful thing.