What Is Love? [Pafp]

Love.

We all know that one word but do we all know what it means? They say love is everywhere but sometimes when a person looks, they can't see it. So, what is love? Is it just a hollow word with no meaning? Does it mean to cherish and care for? How do we know what love is? We don't..... do we?

Megan sat on her bed, leaned up against the bed. It was a small room, but then again, she lived in an apartment. Sighing softly, she took a earphone out and leaped off her bed. Landing softly on the ground, she looked over at her alarm clock. It was 3:15 pm. Perfect time to visit the Library She thought to herself. Grabbing her bag, Megan left her apartment, making sure to lock the door behind her. She rushed down the stairs until she reached the cement of the ground. Megan walked under the stairs to where her bike rested, chained up. She unlocked the chains and got on. She took off towards the Library at full speed, just wanting to hurry up and get there.

Megan reached the Library in a short while, the time 7:18. She got off her bike and chained it up with the others. With a soft sigh, she made her way up the five wide steps then walked a few steps before reaching the wooden doors. She pulled on the bar that served as the handle on the right door and stepped inside. The familiar aroma of a Library filled her senses, making her smile. It was quiet, except for the occasional whispers and beeps of the computers. Megan made her way to the Fiction section and ran her finger over the book spines, looking for a title that would pique her interest.

Megan stumbled but caught herself before falling. Standing straight, she turned to the person who had bumped into her. "Watch it." She said, her voice cold and rather rude. She wasn't in the mood to deal with people who couldn't watch whee they were going. Turning her back to him, she continued her browsing, calming down.

It was only when she saw his hand moving around a lot that Megan looked at him once again. "What are you doing?" She asked, walking around to his front. She gasped in surprise at what she saw. His eyes were cloudy, a sign of blindness. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know you were...." She trailed off, wondering if she'd hurt his feelings even more for saying blind.

Megan saw this and looked at the ground. Noticing a book, she crocuhed down and scooped it up. Standing up, she held it out to him. "Is his what your looking for?" She asked.

Megan had no idea what that was but decided she might as well look. She felt a light tap on her shoulder and turned around to see a young women. "Oh, is this yours?" Megan asked the smiling women. "Yes. Thanks for finding it." The women replied as she took the book. "Oh, no problem." Megan shrugged it off and the women turned, leaving them alone. Megan started looking on the ground again until she found something that she thought could be it. Squatting down, she picked it up and held it up to the guy. "Is this it?"

[I don't wanna be rude, but do you think you could write at least two lines of writing? It's kinda hard to reply to one-liners]

Megan smiled slightly and stood up. She put it in his hands then turned back to the books. She wanted to find at least five so she could read in her free time. You see, Megan had school on week days and work right after until 6 pm. She didn't have any friends so she would read to pass time.

Megan looked over at the guy, a small smile playing at her lips. "No problem." She told him, before picking a her second book. Megan thought about something before standing up straight and looking at him. "I'm Megan."