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Love
     What is love? Love is not something easily understood, nor is it something easily explained. You can go years in the belief that you understand, then suddenly find out you were wrong the whole time. Love has its fair share of meanings, no two people every understand it the same. Some people may share love, but their understanding of it may be different than the others. For love, is not just a feeling, an emotion, or even an action. Love is everything. Love can be your significant other, it can be the way you feel around that person, and it can be helping that person when they are down all the same. And, love has no boundaries. You can love in more than one way, towards more than one person. You can love your best friend, or you can love your neighbor. You can love you mother or father, and although the love may differ, it is still love. Love is strong, probably the strongest emotion and actions I'll ever experience. I was once lucky enough to know true love, or at least my understanding of it.
     She was my first love.
     Before then, all I existed as was lonely school boy, with few friends and nobody to love. I didn't even understand what love meant, what it truly meant. At the time, my best friend was my role model, now that he no longer holds that title I realize how big a mistake that was. He loved all his girlfriends, even the ones that he had with another. His relationships were the stereotypical guy type, false love and heartbreak only to date another right after. This stereotype I've learned to hate, almost as much as my friend. But at the time, I was innocent. I had no clue that anything like that was really wrong. I didn't go along with it, I was always to shy, but even if I wasn't I think there was always something in my heart telling me not to. That is, until I met her.
     My love. The girl who taught me to be the person I am now. Her heart was even more innocent than mine, yet somehow she could teach me more than I thought possible, and probably more than either of us realize. We had a good six months, freshman year. But alas, as most teenage relationships go, we broke up. I never stopped loving her, I just changed my love. She has a new boyfriend now, or so I think. She tries to keep her personal life away from me, not because she's afraid of me, or because she hates me, but because she doesn't want to hurt me. Although I'd be damned if she ever admitted to it, I think she still loves me to, just in a way as different as my love for her. I would like to say that today we are friends despite this ordeal, but I am a fool. I put the importance of being friends with her, over her actual self. I subconsciously wanted to be friends with her more than I wanted to make sure she was happy. I screwed up, and didn't listen to her like I should of. All I cared about was the title of friends not even the meaning.
     But now, things are different. I no longer am the way I used to be. I'm a changed person, hopefully for the better. Now I have my priorities set strait. I love my friends, and I'd do anything for them. For anyone I love, I'd risk my friendship with them, just to make sure they are safe. I place that risk higher than my life. Now my only wish was I wasn't alone in that thought.

Maybe my views of love are a bit distorted or disturbed, but are they wrong?

Description
Love
     What is love? Love is not something easily understood, nor is it something easily explained. You can go years in the belief that you understand, then suddenly find out you were wrong the whole time. Love has its fair share of meanings, no two people every understand it the same. Some people may share love, but their understanding of it may be different than the others. For love, is not just a feeling, an emotion, or even an action. Love is everything. Love can be your significant other, it can be the way you feel around that person, and it can be helping that person when they are down all the same. And, love has no boundaries. You can love in more than one way, towards more than one person. You can love your best friend, or you can love your neighbor. You can love you mother or father, and although the love may differ, it is still love. Love is strong, probably the strongest emotion and actions I'll ever experience. I was once lucky enough to know true love, or at least my understanding of it.
     She was my first love.
     Before then, all I existed as was lonely school boy, with few friends and nobody to love. I didn't even understand what love meant, what it truly meant. At the time, my best friend was my role model, now that he no longer holds that title I realize how big a mistake that was. He loved all his girlfriends, even the ones that he had with another. His relationships were the stereotypical guy type, false love and heartbreak only to date another right after. This stereotype I've learned to hate, almost as much as my friend. But at the time, I was innocent. I had no clue that anything like that was really wrong. I didn't go along with it, I was always to shy, but even if I wasn't I think there was always something in my heart telling me not to. That is, until I met her.
     My love. The girl who taught me to be the person I am now. Her heart was even more innocent than mine, yet somehow she could teach me more than I thought possible, and probably more than either of us realize. We had a good six months, freshman year. But alas, as most teenage relationships go, we broke up. I never stopped loving her, I just changed my love. She has a new boyfriend now, or so I think. She tries to keep her personal life away from me, not because she's afraid of me, or because she hates me, but because she doesn't want to hurt me. Although I'd be damned if she ever admitted to it, I think she still loves me to, just in a way as different as my love for her. I would like to say that today we are friends despite this ordeal, but I am a fool. I put the importance of being friends with her, over her actual self. I subconsciously wanted to be friends with her more than I wanted to make sure she was happy. I screwed up, and didn't listen to her like I should of. All I cared about was the title of friends not even the meaning.
     But now, things are different. I no longer am the way I used to be. I'm a changed person, hopefully for the better. Now I have my priorities set strait. I love my friends, and I'd do anything for them. For anyone I love, I'd risk my friendship with them, just to make sure they are safe. I place that risk higher than my life. Now my only wish was I wasn't alone in that thought.

Maybe my views of love are a bit distorted or disturbed, but are they wrong?