First things first, love exists. It takes on many different forms though. I love my parents, my brother, my friends, my cats, and many more people. I obviously don't love my cats the same way as I love my friends. Imagine that "Kori, come here darling, yes, I love you, hey come back here, get off my desk..." Not quite. Love is not writing "I love ____" on your binder at school and crossing it out every two weeks and changing the name. That is infatuation and if the name changes every few weeks it's also slutty. Love is often not recognized. Especially when it's your family. They're often very annoying but I love my family despite that. Sometimes one of the only ways to realize that you love someone is to be away from them or think about what would happen if they died. If you know who you love it is important to express it. This can be done by not only saying "I love you" but by sending real letters (they have much more charm than e-mail), visting people, giving hugs, making mix tapes etc. In conclusion everyone should go to Paris and write peotry and listen to the sappy song from Titanic over and over again.

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