5I wrote this when someone on deviantART asked what love is to the reader. This was the only way I knew how to answer... I'm not sure it really encompasses the whole thing, but it's all I've got.
By the way, I have SOME writing on the site that not here and that I don't plan to move here, if you want to take a look. I have a link in my profile, I believe...
"What is love?" Amanda asked, adjusting her position against the tall tree.
Carwyn felt his cheeks grow warm and was glad she was facing away from him. "What... what do you mean?" he replied, stretching his arms. His back scraped against the willow's rough bark.
"Like... Do you think it's just a chemical reaction and stuff, or d'you believe there's more to it than that? What do you think love is?" she clarified.
He squirmed uncomfortably. How was he to answer a question like that when the person asking the question was her? "What does it matter?" he inquired, hoping to skirt around the question.
"I was just curious..." she said, sounding vaguely hurt.
"I didn't mean to offend," he said quickly, blushing again. He ran his fingers through the grass. "It's just... hard to define. And I mean, I'm only fifteen, after all. I don't generally think about things like that too much." That wasn't strictly true – Carwyn was a deeper thinker than most boys their age – but he wasn't going to tell her that.
"I'm fifteen too," Amanda reminded him from the other side of the tree.
"Yeah, but... girls think about this stuff more than guys, y'know?"
"You're avoiding the question, aren't you?"
He squirmed again. "I don't suppose by any chance you'd be willing to drop the whole matter and forget that either of us ever said anything?" he asked hopefully.
"After an answer like that – not a chance, no." She crawled around the wide trunk to sit next to him. "You're blushing!" she realized with a laugh.
This only served to embarrass him further. She chuckled. "So, what's love?"
He drew his knees up to his chest and looped his arms around them, locking his fingers. "I... I guess it's when two people care about each other a lot... What kind of love?"
"I was aiming at the romantic variety," she answered. He closed his eyes as he felt a fresh rush of blood into his cheeks.
He opened them again and took a deep breath. "Um... I'd say it's when people care enough about each other that they'd go out of their way for the one another. Like... checking up on each other for no reason, and giving them things without occasion, and talking just because they like to hear the other's voice, and spending time with them even if they're not obligated. Except that friends do stuff like that, but love is a bigger feeling than friendship... Like you'd not only be willing to, but actively want to spend forever around them and be perfectly content with it." He scratched his head through his shiny, messy blond hair. "I'm no wordsmith, I'm just rambling now. It's really hard to explain – maybe impossible."
She cocked her head at him, and her grey eyes stared into his brown ones for an unnervingly long time. He tried to look everywhere else – her long brown hair, the grass, his scuffed running shoes – but finally he was drawn back to her eyes. Finally she broke into a smile.
"You love someone, don't you?" she asked with a delighted laugh. He groaned. "Who is it?" she demanded happily.
Carwyn covered his face with his hands and moaned again. "Whyyyyyyy?" he despaired.
She looked excited. "Come on, tell me! We've been friends for ages, you can trust me!"
His only answer was an unintelligible grumble.
Amanda giggled. "I'll bet she likes you baaaack," she told him teasingly.
He dropped his hands just far enough to peer at her over his fingers. "I have sincere doubts about that," he admitted.
"Ohoho, you have to tell me now." She said. Her eyes glittered in her excitement.
"What'll you do if I do tell you?"
She paused, then shrugged. "I dunno. I'm just really curious." She grinned.
He hesitated for quite some time. "You have to swear you won't be mad," he insisted.
She lifted an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah, sure. I swear."
After another lengthy, faltering pause, he muttered something under his breath.
"Was I supposed to be able to hear that?"
He blushed harder, then said it a little louder, dropping his hands into his lap and his eyes to the ground. "You."
She still couldn't hear him. "Pardon?"
Carwyn squeezed his eyes shut. "You!" he blurted. "You, you, you – Amanda Peregrine – you!"
There was a long, loud silence. After an eternity, he opened one eye and saw Amanda looking at him in surprise. He shut it again. After a moment, he felt her kiss his cheek. He looked at her in amazement.
She was simpering contentedly. "I'm glad to hear that," she confided, leaning on his shoulder.
"...Really?"
"Yeah."
He smiled.
Hmmn. Spare a moment to review, perhaps?