So I commented a thing.

I made this comment on the story: The Gift of the Mash. If you read it, be warned: FEELS

GAH! I'm already overexerted on feels from my city's brony face book page! I didn't need ANOTHER heart attack!

And yet... it was all worth it in the end. *Initiating dramatic monologue*

This story raises a good question, and answers it at the same time: What is love? (baby don't hurt me) But seriously, what is it? Is it finding somebody more physically attractive than somebody else? Is it finding it hard to speak around someone, or getting butterflies in your stomach? Is it being with someone, and never running out of thing to talk about or do? Or finding that no matter how hard you try, you just can't stop thinking about that one person you met, that seems to be the most wonderful person you have ever had the joy of meeting? Well, yes and no. You see, all of this comes with love... but it isn't what love IS. Love is more than just a feeling, or a thought or memory... it's a state of BEING. It's a tangible thing, you can see love, hear it, feel it, taste it in the air. Walk down the street and look around at anyone else walking. If there are two of them, you can SEE if they are in love or not. They don't have to be kissing, or holding hands. You can just look and you KNOW. Now close your eyes and listen... can you hear their love? They way she laughs at all of his jokes, no matter how terrible or cheesy? As they draw closer, you can begin to feel it radiating out from them in waves. And it bleeds into you... fills you up and gives you a feeling, not of happiness, but of pure joy and bliss. And suddenly your mind goes to one person, out of everyone you know, one person comes to mind. This person, you just feel different around, you feel happy. Like you can be yourself and they don't care. You can go insane around them, and they'll go insane with you. THAT is love.

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But there is more than one kind, isn't there? You love your parents... this is one kind of love. It isn't the strongest love, but by no means is it weak. You would give your life for your family... no matter how much you fought and argued. You would lay down your life to save theirs. This is one kind of love.

The next kind is one we feel for our friends. This is stronger than that which we feel for our families, in that we choose this love. We make them a part of our family. A true friend is also one we would die for, but not because we feel obligated to as we do with family, but because we want to. We WANT to let them keep living, because we know they deserve to. And for that cause we would lay down our own life.

The third and final kind is the one we feel for our special someone. This is the strongest love on Earth, because we would give up all other loves for the sake of this one. We will abandon our families and friends, all for the sake of pursuing one person. It may not make much sense while logic clouds our minds and dictates our thoughts. But Love is funny, in that it lets us see more clearly than logic and reason ever could. You see, logic would dictate that we preserve our own life, at all costs. But love will make us die horribly for the sake of another's life, and we are okay with it. Logic would dictate that we listen to those who have been on this world longer than us, and who are wiser and more knowledgeable than us. Love throws that out the window. We ignore all logic to go after those we love, and in the end, we look back and realize that although it was stupid, in the end it was all worth it. Because without love where would you be? Alone in some dull monotonous drone of a life, never having truly lived. We would give up anything, everything, just to see the one we love most be happy, if even for a short while. This is what Button did. he gave up his most prized possession, the thing he held most dear in his life so he could make the one he loved happy. Sure it was stupid and rash, but in the end it was worth it. Not because he got a kiss, or a marefriend, but because he made her... happy. And in that moment, it all just fades away. Nothing else matters except that one moment, and you want it to last forever. But it can't, because more of those moments have yet to come.

That's all I got. Sorry for writing a whole 'nother story in the comments author, but I felt like it needed to be said. Not just for everybody else's sake... but for my own as well. it all just sort of flowed out, and I went into autopilot. Again, sorry. Have a very Merry Christmas. Love you all. (See love version two).