Chapter ninety-nine

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'Oak trees and winter'

What is love?
Love is feeling sick when they are in trouble.
Love is feelings their pain.
Love is wanting to do everything you can to make them happy.

Love is being okay with them being with someone else.
Love is...
Fighting for them.
Needing them.
Making sacrifices to make them happy.

Trusting them with the impossible.
Working to always make them happy.
Feeling sick when you think you fight.
Making it through those uphill battles.

All of these things that we as people do for love.
Over looking their past.
Loving every inch of who they are.
Wanting to be near them even if they don't know your feelings.
Putting them before your needs.

Its not perfect.
Humans are sinners.
And even the grass has patches.
But love is that Giant oak tree...
The one with branches that seem to never end.
The leafy greens atop its healthy limbs.

But at the end of the fall it sheds its green ordamints and replaces them with bare cold survival.
Love is like that tree. It doesnt stop for the chilling winters.
But conquers the desire to fall.

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