Tutor My Heart
I say, watching his face shift at the last call.
“Your turn” he says, lifting his fallen countenance.
“Number 10” I read, watching him smirk.
“Ooh, define love” he says, pausing, while he shifts in his seat. “Love is a being, that starts off as an unchecked feeling. A feeling to care, assist, be passionate, compromise, support and hold unto. But then it turned to a choice. A choice to be patient, to not be arrogant, nor boastful, to bear and to hope for eternity with that someone, while still holding onto those unchecked emotions. He so passionately defines, sinking me into depths of it, I had no clue about.
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