On Sunday Elnora, Ryan, Timmy, and I went to SF. blah blah blah. fun was had. and annoyance spawned as well. Timmy is amazing, but when you haven't slept in over 24 hours it becomes like babysitting.
anyway, on our way back I was resting my eyes and Elnora was texting Richard blah blah blah.
at some point I felt my phone vibrate and I looked to see who texted me and it was Elnora and I was like "wth? you're right next to me?" but I giggled. I opened the message and it read "I think my heart just broke."
it was at this moment I realized what love is.
love is caring about someone so much that their pain is your own.
love is wanting what's best for someone, even if it hurts you.
love is the willingness to do anything for someone in order to protect them.
love is joy, agony, passion, despair, triumph, blind.
love is so much more than we could ever know.
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspision you'll find that love actually is all around.
-Love Actually
I also realized that what I had been looking for all along was right there beside me.
a best friend.
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