I am going to tell you a story. It is a story of love. It is about a guy and a girl. They are riding a motor bike. He then turns and says to her, "lift up my face shild and kiss me like it will be our last kiss." So she, loving him, does it. a minute goes by. He yurns and says to her, " Take my helmet, your ears look cold." and again, she does what she is told, for she loved him dearly. a couple minutes go by. He says to her again, take my jacket and hold me close to you, and wisper in my ear what your feelings are for me." she does as she is told, for she loved him dearly, and that is what she told him. The next morning in the paper, there is an article about an accident with a motor bike, only one surviver. It turns out that the break line was cut from the bike, and the guy knew it. so he gave his life for her to live. That my friend is true love, and they did not end up together. She made his heart throb, and he did hers. Now, that is love...
Aaron Joshua...