Now I know why they call it true love. It’s not love, it’s not puppy love, it’s true love. True love is always there for the other, even in times of despair. True love implies that you will always be happy to see the other person when they enter a room. It means you count down the minutes until you get to see them again. And when you do, you make it count.

So if that’s true love, what is love? A true love imposter? Having any sort of deep feelings for someone else, romantic or not? Or is it just a fickle thing, like a new craze. And how many kinds of love are there? There’s friend love, brotherly/family love, and true love. So I guess love love is just relationship love. Or is it? And when will I ever find out??