Love to me is just someone accepting you for who you really are, I’ve come to find it’s really hard to come by these days. The earliest time I’ve ever really seen love happen is really recently, my best friend had cancer. She was terrified and had no one but me, my friend Alexander, and her boyfriend Rake. I wouldn’t come as much as i could because i was terrified of hospitals, but Rake was there every day. This is the cute part, Liz started to loose her hair due to chemo, she was a beautiful girl. She said to him one day “You can leave, i know i’m not pretty or special anymore” he smiled and looked at her with the sweetest look, i’ve ever seen then said. “Babe, your always beautiful because your my shinning star, and i need you to find my way home” i started to cry and so did she. She then said, “Where is home” he smiled now in tears and pointed to her heart.
That was the day i believed love exsitsed, no matter what someone will love you and be devastated if you leave. You’ll always be someones shinning star. :)
by anonymous