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Entry #1: “Love Is.” by Abigail B.
One of my best friends Rach approached me one day asking, “What is love?” It was for a project she was doing, and for a very rare moment in life I had nothing to say. I’ve been single for years, and seemed to have forgotten. So instead, she tweaked the question for me, what a pal.
“Thank God,” I said. “Because if you were to ask me what love is, I’d say it was us yesterday at Nikko’s house.”
The day before, three girls got in their Sunday’s best (basketball shorts, tanks, sweats, and tees) and dragged themselves over to our girl Nikko’s house. Some of us still drunk from the night before. OK fine, that was just me. At any rate, we all collapsed onto the bed makeup-less, and hair in messy buns. Through the wonders of technology we gathered around a Macbook and witnessed our friend get married all the way in New York, and through the wonders of Chinese delivery we grubbed on walnut prawns, garlic noodles, fried rice, mixed vegetables, and sweet and sour pork chops. The rest of the afternoon consisted of ice-cream, napping, chocolate, making it thunder-clap, Mary-Jane, chips and dip, me pretending to watch football, and even more chocolate.
We had just seen each other two nights before, yet there we were again. Doing absolutely nothing – and having a grand old time doing it. We didn’t wait until the next day to text each other because we didn’t want to clingy, and we didn’t hesitate to make plans so soon for fear of smothering anyone. The laughs were bottomless, the conversation was natural, and no one hesitated to be too silly, or too weird, or too anything but be themselves. Now tell me that isn’t love.
Not the most conventional answer, but it’s my answer right now. And lately, it’s all the love I’ve been getting. The love shared between friends will never be the same as that among lovers, but it doesn’t make it any less important or real. In one of my darkest days my girl Rach said, “Even though I can’t give you the love you want right now, I can give you the love I have, I hope for now, that’s enough.”
Well it’s not. It’s even more. And if it’s this good now, I can’t even imagine how great it will soon be.