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i grasped the idea of what love is.
i don't think even a whole life is enough to give a complete definition but now i know one more side of it, the essential part.
loving somebody means you are worried about them.
you are so worried for no reason that you have a physical need to make sure they're okay.
we've been very close with roy lately.
and i know he's going through a tough time at work and even more with me grieving over my friend.
and at first he did his best to encourage me but then i saw him anguishing and found strengh to help him as well.
we both did everything to be supportive for each other these days.
to hold on not for ourselves but for each other's sake.
we followed each other's mood 24/7.
even if silently, that was priceless. and it was in the air.
and now roy is on a business trip.
it's just for a few days but when his cell died and we were not in touch for one single day, some sort of frenzy began.
i needed to hear his voice.
not to ask where he was, what he was doing, no.
it wasn't jealosy, neither it was my desire to be with him at the moment or discuss something.
i just needed to hear his voice and know he was fine.
that was enough for me to exhale relieved.
love is being worried about.
can be used for 'love is..' bubble gum, yeah.
i don't think even a whole life is enough to give a complete definition but now i know one more side of it, the essential part.
loving somebody means you are worried about them.
you are so worried for no reason that you have a physical need to make sure they're okay.
we've been very close with roy lately.
and i know he's going through a tough time at work and even more with me grieving over my friend.
and at first he did his best to encourage me but then i saw him anguishing and found strengh to help him as well.
we both did everything to be supportive for each other these days.
to hold on not for ourselves but for each other's sake.
we followed each other's mood 24/7.
even if silently, that was priceless. and it was in the air.
and now roy is on a business trip.
it's just for a few days but when his cell died and we were not in touch for one single day, some sort of frenzy began.
i needed to hear his voice.
not to ask where he was, what he was doing, no.
it wasn't jealosy, neither it was my desire to be with him at the moment or discuss something.
i just needed to hear his voice and know he was fine.
that was enough for me to exhale relieved.
love is being worried about.
can be used for 'love is..' bubble gum, yeah.