Love is a verb. Not just a emotion or a way of dicription but an act shown all the time.
Love in a relationship is more than sayin i love you every morning and evening. It is Helping with the dishes, picking up after yourself, opeaning the door for that person, picking a flower for them, squezing their hand in encouragement, helping them in the little things, and not just in the rought times, bringing them breakfast in bed in a spur of the moment idea, Being the first to apologise after an argument, keeping their favorite shirt or shoes clean, consoleing after a rough day, laughing them up when they are down, sacrafising your free time to spend it with them.
Love showed twards friends is walking with them to class instead of taking the shortcut, visiting them when they are alone or sick, calling them in the middle of a boring summer, letting them cry on your shoulder when then need a shoulder, cautioning them when you think they might hurt themselfs, giving them a ride even if it is a littel oout of the way of oyour destination.
Love in general, to all people is obvious but we often neglect it. Picking up the package of macaroni th elderly lady droped in the store, helping some one shorter than you reach something, helping someone pickup the contents of their shopping bag that had just broke, giving someone the right-of-way on the street, moving someone out of the way of falling boxes, helpign someone carry their many packages, showing common curtisy to everyone you meet.
Love is a verb.
Friday, July 28, 2006
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