"It is teasing each other and hiding your amusement so they do not think that you love everything they are saying. It is appreciating that they know you. Know you so well that they take you to an Edgar Allan Poe because you love the poems, or they sit with you at your mother’s grave because they know you need someone there and not just anyone but them. It is knowing them so well that you know what their favourite childhood book was or how many tattoos they have got. It is the desperate need to know the newest one they have. They take you on the Ferris wheel and help you swim in the ocean because they want you to conquer your fear and you can’t help but fall for them and their desire to help you overcome your worries. It is the feeling that takes over your body when they say your nickname that is only designed for you. It is the bitten down laughter you get when they make fun of you. Mostly about your hair and height. It is everything about him. It is him."

Once I had finished my revealing rant and I was panting for breath over my stumbled words, I looked down at the floor and let out a gasp.

Lana smiled joyfully "I cannot relate to anything you just said."

"But I can." I whispered.

This feeling was not foreign. It was just being discovered. It was just being brought to light.

It was like an emerald. Back in Ancient Egypt, Greek miners discovered the green gemstone and thought they had found something spectacular and rare. It was found and given a name in two thousand BC but the emerald had always been there. It had always been encrusted in the Earth since the beginning of time. It had just been waiting to be brought to the surface.

"I am in love with him." I said aloud but more to myself in realisation "I am in love with Stone."

Lana smiled and then she let out another giggle "Honestly, it took you far too long to figure it out. That is why I done it."

"Done what?"

She turned around her phone to reveal a black screen. Her phone had run out of charge and that meant she had not searched up what love was.

"I did not need to put it into the internet for the definition." She uttered "You were already aware of what love was. You just needed a little push."

"How did you even come up with the first bit?" I asked, shocked at her flawless definition.

"I just recited what you have told me." She explained "All of those things that I said were what you have told me about Stone at some point since meeting him."

I was lost for words.