As you all probably already know, Youth Gravity’s Moment-to-share blog is where anyone and everyone can share their writings. Today’s piece is by Syeda Mashfe.
Today is February 9. There are five days until Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day is on February 14. However, the stores start their Valentine’s Day preparations in the beginning of the month. The stores are decked in red and white. Valentine’s Day becomes what is known as Valentine’s “Month”. Some people look at Valentine’s Day with a note of sadness. People should think positively of Valentine’s Day.
There are many forms of love. Love cannot be defined. It cannot be seen with the eyes. It can only be felt with the heart. On Valentine’s Day, I think of all the friends and family I have grown to love.
I write long messages. Some people do not have the patience to read such long messages. Although my friend is busy with assignments, she always has the time to ready my messages. She also responds to all my messages. That is love.
My best friend and I study at the same university. We are also in the same program. Our friendship goes back to high school. We went to the same tutoring center. I took a course in summer school in high school. My best friend was also taking a course in summer school in high school. However, she was taking the course at a different high school. Our day schools were different. Even though our day schools were different, we went to the same summer school. When my best friend heard that I was attending a different high school for summer school, she changed her summer school to my summer school. Even though we were not in the same day school, we would be in the same summer school. As we lived in the same building, we would be able to travel together to the same high school. That is love.
I like eating mangoes. I like the mango seed. My mother likes the mango seed as well. When I was a kid, we would eat mangoes together. After I finished my mango, I would notice that my mother would leave her mango seed on the plate. I would happily eat the mango seed. When I asked my mother why she left the mango seed, her favourite part of the mango, on the plate. My mother’s response surprised me. She said she left the mango seed, her favourite part of the mango, on the plate for me. She knew how much I like the mango seed. She noticed how my face lit up when I would eat the mango seed. A mother would go to great lengths to see a smile on her child’s face. She wants to see me happy. That is a mother’s love for her child.
Love manifests itself in different forms. You are loved. Your friends love you. Your family loves you. –Syeda