Something I'd like to address

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Let's get one thing straight.

This chapter isn't me having a go at people. It's me translating my subconscious thoughts into words so everyone (in particular, me) understands what I'm trying to write.

A lot of people have asked me about a Newtina kiss in Skip a Beat. I'm not refusing- I'm responding with a 'maybe'.

This does not mean yes, but it does not mean no... but to me, I feel like love- especially regarding Newt and Tina- is much more than a kiss. I know that most of you would agree with me.

I'm not having a go at people who are asking for a kiss either. I just want to write what I think love is, and I hope that it shines through in my writing.


To me, love is so much more than a kiss. It's the trust between two people, it's the chemistry and the little observations that no one else could pick up. It's a lot of things. It's one person's tiny habits- the most insignificant of things that brings a smile to the other person's face.

Love is knowing you can trust the other person with your life. It's knowing that you can trust them with anything and everything, without having to ask them. Without even having to look at them. It's knowing that they know that too, that they know you'd do the same for them.

Love is knowing that you're not alone. It's knowing that someone is else will always be there to help you bear the weight. In a way, love is being alone together.

Love is sticking by each other's side. It's celebrating with each other about the good times, it's carrying each other through the bad times. Love is knowing that they will always be there for you.

Love is being able to make the most bland activities fun. Paying bills, washing up, folding clothes... love is being able to make everything better with the other person. Love is having fun.

Love isn't the absence of arguments. It's the ability to have the courage to make up afterwards. Love is knowing that you did the wrong thing, and it's accepting that. Love is the ability to accept your mistakes.

It's the ability to accept that you'd- if it comes to such- tear down your reputation for the other person.

Love is being able to tell the other person their mistakes without fear. It's knowing that they won't get mad about it. Love is knowing that telling the other person how they can improve isn't them having a go at you. It's them telling you how to be a better person.

Love isn't big gestures. It's the tiny things. It's thinking of them without realising it. It's noticing their little quirks, it's treasuring every little thing- good and bad- that makes them who they are. It's accepting and loving everything that comes with the person.

It's sneaking glances at each other. Fiddling nervously when they're nearby. Falling asleep next to them. Asking them for help. They're the first thing you think of when you wake up and the last thing you think of before you fall asleep.

Love is so much more than a kiss. Love is a lot of things. Love is complicated.

I've never been in love, but ifI was, this is what I'd want to feel.

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