Sarah's currently sleeping at the moment so I'm gonna write a one-shot Caitlyn thought.

What is love?

That question was asked to me one day.

What could I say?

Love could be anything.

Opposite people, feeling burning hatred for one another but also liking them.

That was fierce love.

A pair of best friends, Girl and boy. Girl likes boy so much, boy doesn't know.

That was one-sided love.

A girl and a girl, having each other's backs, loving each others like sisters, standing up for one another.

That was sisterly love.

A boy and girl meet, so young and immature. Grow up, side by side, never leaving each other.

That was childhood sweetheart love.

But what could I say?

So, so many kinds of love and how was I to sum it all up?

What could I say?

"Oh well, Love is all this kind of stuff."

Naw, too immature.

"Love is a emotion that takes of one's body, telling them breathless and bewildered by the warm and fuzzy feeling inside of them."

Too scentific.

"Love is this crazy feeling fools get and decide that without their lovers, they'd die."

Too harsh.

Honestly, I've felt love. It's the closest thing to magic.

It's when everytime you them, they take your breath away.

You feel like you're sitting on a cloud in heaven.

So I looked up at the person who said that and said to them,

"Love is the closest thing to magic. Fierce love, one-sided love, sisterly love, childhood sweetleart love, whichever you think of, it's so magical, you'd think you're in heaven."

And Nate Black smiled.

"That's weird."

I frowned.

"What is?"

Nate held me close and kissed me passionately.

"That's what I feel when I'm with you."

And I smiled.

Because that's what love does to you.