But what is it?

[treks]

WHAT IS LOVE?

baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more

Aaaah, that great philosophical debate.

I. Give us the basics, but also, no blank comments.
II. On the contrary, in the comment itself, characters must articulate what love (platonic, familial, romantic, universal, as a concept) means to them. To them personally. Eloquently or poorly, they have to use their words.
III. Repliers will shake their heads in simultaneous pity and judgment discuss one of life's fundamental experiences with the original responder!

Comments

[expressionexpress]

It's no one! I'm not writing that poem for anybody!

[ She bites her cheek, instantly realizing her own mistake. "That poem" implies there's a poem in the first place. Dammit. ]

[peninhand]

Ahaha! Alright alright, I'll stop bothering you. Just... Don't wait too much, okay? There's one lucky person who's waiting.

[ Whoever that might be. ]

[expressionexpress]

As if that's true. Sh- they probably hate my guts. They've got plenty of reason to.

[ This is looking less and less ambiguous by the minute. She really should have stopped talking a while ago. ]

[peninhand]

Natsuki... You don't know that, do you?

[ If "she" is who she thinks, then no way she hates her. ]

You're just imagining the worst case scenario... But you know it's not true.

[expressionexpress]

[ Natsuki sighs, forcing herself to consider Monika's perspective for a good, long moment. ]

...You're probably right. I mean, maybe. I just don't wanna get my hopes up.

[peninhand]

You'll never know unless you try, right? What's the worst that could happen?

[ Rejection, of course. And it is absolutely unbearable. But that's no reason to not try! ]

If you don't, you may regret it forever.

[expressionexpress]

[ She crosses her arms, looking put off. ]

And if I try, I might also regret it forever. So there's no winning.

[peninhand]

Yeah...

[ She closed her eyes and didn't reply for a moment. ]

But I'd try regardless. If I loved someone so much it hurts... I would rather know.