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Sometimes I wonder why love is so special. What makes someone love you. Or even why you love that person. I even wonder a lot about why people love me. Dad, brother, and family I can understand. Others like boyfriends and girlfriends and friends I don't. I mean most of the time you get Hurt by that love. They say "I love you" when really they meant nothing. They just said it to get you to believe and talk dirty to them. If that's what love is I don't want it.

Love is more than just sex. It's more like a dedication. A promice. I mean that's why we get married right? We're promicing that someone that no matter what, day or night, sun or rain, good health or bad, rich or poor, until the day you die and you've kept that promice you've truely shown that person how much you love and care about them.

It's just weird to me sometimes. How I have so many people who love me. I ask why they love me and it's usually always the same answers. "You're pretty, hot, sexy, cute, funny, random, you're the first..." this you're that. Sometime I wonder if what they say is true. If they really mean it. They say they do but sometimes I think about it again.