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Who Knows What Love Is
by: Lady Jupiter
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Love by definition: Intense affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties.

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      Who knows what love is? Who is to say what love is? How can you tell when someone loves you? People say they love other people, make a vow of it, a promise, but then get divorced and breaks it. Can you give and take back love just like personal items? Like choosing for a car? If you love someone, can you change your mind and say you don't? You can't take back love, no matter how hard you try. No matter how hard you try, it still comes back in the same form, or in another form.
      If he holds you when you're cold, is that love? If he hugs and holds you when you are feeling sad, does he love you? How many kinds of love are there in the world? There are as many kinds of love as there are people. You have mom love, and dad love, and sister love, then brother love, then cousin love, aunt love, uncle love, friend love, boyfriend love, girlfriend love, pet love, puppy love, and many more others.
      He tries not to cry when he's afraid he might lose me. Is that love? When someone cries for you, cries when they think you will be gone? I once stepped on a butterfly and it died. I cried for hours, for the dead butterfly. Yet, I did not love it. I cried for it and didn't love it.
      He lets me win when we play games, even though he doesn't admit it when I ask him. Is that love? I can set the computer to let me win when we are playing cards, but yet, the computer does not love me and I do not love it.
      When I cry, he holds me to him and kisses my tears away. Is that love? I once held a crying baby, my neighbor's child when they were away. I kissed it's tears away and made it stop crying. But I did not love the baby. I was babysitting it, but I did not love it.       He get's mad at himself that he can't make me feel better if I feel blue. Is that love? I get mad at myself if I can't do a math problem and show it to the teacher. I don't love the teacher. I want to please her, but I don't love her.
      In a crowded room, our eyes always seem to meet, no matter how many people and the distractions, we always drift together. Is that love? Two magnets are attracted to each other and drift together if placed floating in water. They do not love each other.       But yet, as I think, I know what love is to me. It's when someone calls you in the middle of the night because they had a feeling you were down, and they were right. When they come right over with hot chicken soup if they hear you are sick. When they go out of their way, just to "bump" into you. When they're there to hold your hand when you are afraid.
      Everytime I look into the deep blue eyes of his, I drown in the depths. I can see shadows in his eyes, rays of sunlight bouncing off in yellow specks, see his eyes twinkle when he's laughing. When he holds me, he magically makes all the hurt go away, making me feel like a princess.
      I realize what love is. I realize that Ken loves me and that I love him. If that isn't love, then what is? I would be happy just with what Ken and I have right then.

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      What is love? Is love the same as trust? Or does one thing lead to the other? If you love someone, do you learn to trust them, or do you love someone because you trust them? Would I love someone I didn't trust? Would she love me if she couldn't trust me? Is trust a totally different thing from love?
      A wise man once said, "Before you love someone, you better like them."
      Because no one instantly sees someone they love, it's dangerous to follow your heart if you are unsure. Nothing happens like in the movies. If you love someone before you start to even like them, it is doubtful if it lasts. Is love based on friendship? You can love your friends, but that is a different kind of love. The one you love might also be your best friend. Is that the same kind of love?
      When she runs to me and buries her head in my chest, her body wracked with sobs and trembling, she's looking for something she knows I will always give her, my love. She knows that I try all that I can to sheild her from harm. I try everything in my will to make sure that no one hurts her more than she already is.
      How can I put in words how much I love her? I don't care if the Earth never turns again, if the sun never dawns again, if the moon dissapeared, if the stars didn't sparkle anymore. I'd be happy just as long as she's here with me. Yet, I cannot say that I'd be happy if the flowers, and trees were gone, as long as she's here. I can't say that because then she wouldn't be happy. I know she loves trees, flowers, loves sitting with them, just looking at them. When she doesn't see that, I know she's hurting.
      Whenever I see her, see her smile, I smile inside, knowing she's happy. Her eyes light up my life. Her green eyes that reflect from the deepest green, to the lightest. Looking into her eyes, I can see what she's feeling. I can see what's hurting her. When she hurts, in my bones I can even feel it. Is that what love is? When you know the person you love is hurting inside?
      She's like sunlight to me, and I am the flower. The flower that wilts without sunlight, real sunlight, not the fake ones that you can buy at the store for a dollar. No cheap burn-out bulbs for this flower. Only the best. And she's the best for me.
      I wish that she could understand all she means to me. She makes me happy when she's just next to me. I would risk my life ten times over for hers. Not any of the money in the world could buy her smile. Her spunk, her spirit. I love her the way she is and would never try to change her.
      Everytime I look at her, feel her hand reaching for mine, I realize how much she means to me, how much her life impacts mine and how much I love her. If that isn't love, then I hope I never find out what love is. Because to me, Lita is love. She's my love and I love her.

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      Despite if we love them, hate them or just plain don't like them, we can't help it. Because for one day in our lives, they're everything in the world to us and we're everything in the world to them. For one 360 rotation of the Earth, we are the only people on the planet, and we can't live without each other. Then, the magic is broken, the Earth continues to turn and other people come in. But we remember for one day, we were everything to each other....

            -Lady Jupiter

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Just a short little snippet I wrote up in my spare time so I would have an excuse not to do work. I was in that sappy writting mood so I just put it on pen and paper. This is actually what love means to me, so don't laugh. I'm old fashioned and a romanacist still. You should see what I write when I'm in my bad moods. Ecghh! I guess I would dedicate this to the one person I hate in the world for making me go through what I did and come up with this story. It's true, from pain comes reward. Well, I guess this is my reward.

SAILOR MOON OTAKU'S OF THE WORLD, UNITE!
"On behalf of Jupiter, I shall write to right wrongs and triumph over evil. With my friends, Sailor Venus, Mars, Mercury and Moon. We'll make the world a better place for all people!"

            -Lady Jupiter

            Ladyjupiter@sailorjupiter.com
***Copyright 1997 Lady Jupiter (All Rights Reserved)***

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Thanks to:
Lord Talon-for the endless reviews and the cheering up and the listenting to my ramblings and for making me feel better when I'm down in the 9th circle.
Artemis&Luna-thanks for posting my fics up.
JayDee Archer-thanks for posting it up
Naoko Takeuchi-Where would Sailor Moon be without her?
Toei Animation-Where would animation be without them?
DiC- (yes, you read right) For getting me hooked onto Sailor Moon and for recrutting more fans of Sailor Moon around the world. (Even though the dubbing stinks)
All the other fic authors who inspired me and gave me ideas, everyone who has a fanfic homepage, because without them, I would never ever find out the joy of reading fanfics.
Special thanks to FireSoul for giving me the idea for this and for giving me permission to write this. No thanks to a certain guy whose been driving me in and out of hell from the day I met him. Well guess what, I hope you rot in hell. (For those who don't know what I'm talking about, just ignore what I said and smile for a happy day :)
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Please put the fanfic name as the subject if you do actually mail me. I'm already confused as it is, you don't need to drive me even more off the cliff okay?

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