Last night J.C. and I had our first real fight, complete with yelling. We've had "words" before, but that was more like "discussing". Last night was a real disagreement, and when we hung up the phone last night it still wasn't fixed. We talked this morning though, and hung out all day, but something still feels worng in the pit of my stomach.
What is the definition of love?
Some anonymous person asked me this in the 'comments section' many blogs ago. A hard one to answer...everyone has a different answer...I am slowly admitting to myself that I have never truly been in love...I have felt deep affection for people, and I have had my feelings manipulated, and I have definitely been in lust...But I honestly can say that I've never been in love on my own terms...I'm so ready to be swept completely off my feet...
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