Four loves.

Storge - Affection

Affection through familiarity, especially between family members. It is described as the most natural, emotive, and widely diffused of loves

Philia - Friendship

Philia is the love between family and friends. Friendship is a weak bond existing between people who share common interest or activity.

Eros - Romance

Eros is love in the sense of 'being in love'.

Agape - Unconditional Love

Agape is the love that brings forth caring regardless of circumstance. The chapter on the subject focuses on the need of subordinating the natural loves to the love of God, who is full of charitable love.

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Where do I stand? Where am I located under to do, at this moment?

I feel so lost, but having a spiritual brother guiding me, makes everything seem easier than it really is. To have a special bond with someone dear to you shows what? It shows that, that bond you have is one thing you love and yearn to keep when time passes. Everyone argues and fights, but is it worth throwing it all away because of one argument that may seem to be a lot? To have love between family members does not mean that everyone has to constantly be perfect, are we perfect? no. we're human. we fight and fight yet we still love each other in the end. There are time where I am frustrated to a point where i don't know what to do. I then realize that i do not only want to be alone, but i realize that i can't live without him or her. I would love to live separately but nothing can separate the bond that is shared.

What does it mean to love?

1 Corinthians 13:4 ; "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."

God is love. Love does not take only one person, but three.

The Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

White Citrus

"God bless you, you're pretty."

"Do you have a boyfriend? Take you out sometime, give you my number. I make a pretty good one, myself."

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What am I to say when these words are directed towards me? Who am I, to put them in their place?

As each day passes, one thing that becomes clear to me, is that I don't like looking good for other people but for myself. I wear sweats and t-shirts more than ever. Freshman year in high school is when you enter into a whole different level than middle school. There's guys you want to impress, girls you want to outlook, and you want the best reputation. Next year, is being a sophomore, school starts to haunt you a little. You clean up your act a little, join a team but still try to look your best when you have days to look good for. What happens during junior year? You've been through the drama freshman and sophomore year. We think ahead now. To look good for someone is nothing if we are not satisfied with ourselves first. Senior year is when we were whatever we want and still people look at us as beautiful inside and out. Cause we simply don't care anymore. People look at me, my sister and my cousin when we walk the streets but what do i want inside? The attention is okay, but why can't people love us for our personality? Why do they have that instinct where all they want is to get in someone's pants? As each day passes, I believe I dress nice to show how I can be kind-hearted and not for show.

There are times where we have lust. There are other times where we have a need we can't fulfill. There are many temptations and things that drives us mad to a point where our patience can only go so high.

We need to think. How can we show ourselves to be humble to God? How can we align our lives and reach out to those in need? How can I say you are beautiful with all my heart, strength, soul and mind?

Just how.

Bloomberg.

Are you serious? I stayed up til three in the morning playing chinese poker and palace with Michelle. Once the clock struck twelve, once it became wednesday, January 12th, my day began. I stayed up til three in the morning and woke up at 5:30 to find out that we had school.

My day started turning bad when I was playing with Michelle. She won literally every game and i shuffled at least thirty times. We got tired, but i woke up to find out that school was open. That killed me, i had only two hours of sleep. I screwed myself over. Then it was school time, and there was uniform. shakes my freaking head. everyone said there was no uniform then there was, are you freaking kidding me? I hate this. MAKE UP YOUR MIND. I went to my first period only to realize my teacher wasn't there and I had to walk up and down from the auditorium to my english class about four times. I went to math and almost no one was there. Physics is always bad. JROTC was okay, got automatic 100 in inspection. History was horrible. There was a total of 10 or less in class. After school, I had work, and i knew i had to go to work in uniform. I didn't have time to change, so i asked my mom to take me to starbucks so i can get coffee to relax myself. Just when i thought my day couldn't get any worse, starbucks didn't give me my coffee. I waited and waited, nothing. This guy came up to me and asked what i wanted, i told him and he got it for me. But it tasted mad weird. Not how it usually is. great. just great. I went to work, not complaining there. Picking up kids was horrible, not that it was bad but standing in the cold in my uniform was horrible. freezing my butt off. well, from then, work seemed like it never ends but it did. now i can't be anymore happier to be home.