February 18, 4:58pm.

At first, I didn't think there was such a thing as "love" for a person that wasn't family. Personally, I was never fond of that word anyway. "Love". An emotion that can't be explained scientifically, but yet, even without understanding we make it a part of our everyday lives. It can be used as a noun or a verb, but either way it is still one word. A word that's common among us, a word we call "love".

Love; noun. A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. A sexual passion or desire. Sexual intercorse; copulation. Strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything.

Love; verb. To have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for. To embrace and kiss, as a lover. To take great pleasure in, to have a strong liking for. To have a sexual intercourse with.

So many definitions just for one word. Meaning so many things, but still be thought of as the same.

Maybe it was the fact that I understood the definition and yet, I understood nothing at all. It felt useless to understand, but all at once still not be able to understand. Strange, honestly, how could I understand and not, it wasn't something that was exactly pleasant. My understanding of the word was vague and foggy, it was like at the thought of the word I received a mental blank.

But time continued on, even without my understanding. When I did learn, though, it was an experience that changed my life. I finally understood "love", for the first time. The feeling of being embraced with gentleness and care, that's love. The feeling of what you feel on the inside when you are kissed, no matter how rough or gentle, that's love. The feeling of that comfort and safety you feel when someone close to you says, "I love you", that's love.

I didn't think I'd learn from a fool, but he's taught me things from a different perspective. Now I've learned to appreciate this feeling called "love". And now that I've experienced it, I don't want to let it go or even let him go.

I think, no matter how hard they study, no matter how many times they go over the definitions, for one to truly understand, they must experience it for themselves.

- Kyouya Otori.

The black haired boy looked up from his notebook to look at a dozing blonde sitting in the loveseat before him. Looking around the Third Music Room, he snapped his notebook shut, then looked back at the sleeping blonde. Tamaki may be an idiot, but he was glad to have experienced that emotion they call "love" with him.

A/N: Yeah, here's another fic for you guys, I hope you guys like it! :D It's also short like my last one "Push You Away", which, also, makes me happy. :) It's not as short, but it's short. Haha.

Please, review! Reviews always make me happy, I'd love to hear your thoughts :)

Credit to dictionary(dot)com for the definitions, and Hatori Bisco-sensei for creating such a wonderful thing as Ouran High School Host Club.