The real meaning of love [Editing]

“Al. Can we talk?” “Sure,” he says, glancing at me he adds, “When did you get yourself that?” I look at him. Knowing, how things are at stake right now. How much this self-absorbed fool, one I’d always just want to run into and go visit 'Sparkling City' all the time, would one day have the capability to make my heartbeat. SO FAST. “Ahh,” looking at the bandage on my ankle I shift a little and look at him as I answer, “I tripped while running after the kids.” “You—” He looked as if it pissed him, I could tell. Kneeling, he softly brushes his finger over it. “Stupid.” “Al I was just running and didn’t see when I hit on a stone.” He looks up, his finger still gently on the area I had bandaged. “That’s why you are stupid.” Swerving my leg out of his hold, I call him off. “Firstly I am not stupid. And people trip, it’s normal.” Getting up, he says, “Normally people look where they are stepping before stupidly tripping themselves you know?” *** Lisa* “I want him to know. But. . .just friends don’t say these stuffs to each other. They don’t have butterflies and dragon battles in their stomach seeing each other.” What do you do when you can't even say you like the guy you like? Because he might just not, and that would only ruin your friendship with him. Luc* 'I love you, so?' "Loving a person you know you can't have is. . . It's even more difficult than the word difficult itself." And what happens when the only girl you've been liking for ages, starts dating your bestfriend? *** Hey, it's your author here:> P.S: the cover picture doesn't belong to me. Hope y'all enjoy your time reading it