Activity No. 14 (Maria Victoria B. Reccion)
Anybody, and I mean ANYBODY, can define love. Hmm… I think everybody has found love… except, maybe for me…

Anyway, I love my family to death. I am eternally grateful to God that He gave me a wonderful family for me to be loved. You know, I read romance novel. And I somehow, “somehow”, understand them.
Love is painful. Love is contentment. Love is regretful. Love is full of happiness. Love is confusing. Love is blah blah blah… When I substitute myself with the characters, I feel their emotions. I feel their pain, sorrow, happiness, and contentment. I can easily say whether they are hurt or disappointed.

I sometimes make love poems and stories for fun. This way, I can release my emotions through writing about LOVE….
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