O rally do not know If I write this in the rigth way:
What love is?:
What is love?. I'am always asking This to my self and I used to thing that I can answer what love is just by my self no needing anybody else. I can remember that the first time that the idea of what love is cross my mind when I was . Yeah I know that You might be saying that a 6 years old boy can be in This kind of business, but the fact is that I have years my mom and dad talking about how much they love each other. The when i was 10 my sister was talking a bout a guy, and a lot of things that she say about that he was so cute... For me in This time that was really boring. But was in This point time that i decide to figure it out wath love means. My first theory Came when I was 10 and I could imagínate to a mágic spell that some kind of mágican controls and decide who will be bis next victime. Then three years later o thougth that This was something that leavs just in our own brain and that it really is just that and nothing else, no a spell, no an other dimensión creature that eats Your brain. At This moment I was very sore that This will never comes to me, that I knowing wath love is, the love just was apart. All This things Came to my mind. Untill one pretty but a litte dark day, in the bus stop. I feel something diferent while I was talking with one of my girl-friend. Sundely I was not paying atention to anything eles that just her Voice that in that moment sounded even moré sweat that in other times. I saw her eyes and the have something, a iind of new color. I could not explain This untill one day that one of my friends ask my If i like her and I could at that time do not respond. When I arrive at home I just go to my bed and thing about This and her and when I realize the only thing that was in my mind was her name. This is the story about how I did discover that the love is moré than just a word, a simple mind proces, Now love was a feeling, one of the must beutiful ones. Now the love was a part of my and a part of who i am.
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