What is love?

  Some never find out.

  Some don’t even believe in love.

  There’s one way to feel and find out true, pure, and endless love.

  It’s not falling in love with someone, no.

  It’s not either friendship or family.

  It’s not self-love or even pride.

  In this book, you’ll find out about true, pure, and endless love.

  “This is the way you are, nobody likes you and your actions!” shouted Ameylx. We have been shouting to each other for half an hour now. We had a serious fight because I didn’t want to be friends anymore, or at least for us to not talk for a time.

  “You’re saying this to me?! You’ve been cursing me forever, even though I told you to stop!” I shouted. It felt like anger was in my veins right now. I had every right in this fight, yet Ameylx still blamed me.

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  “I already said sorry for that, Lithuania!” She thought when I forgave her back then, it meant she could just do whatever to me.

  I stopped shouting, gave her a look, and with a calm voice, I said, “And I forgave you!” She was just about to shout again, but I stopped her and continued, “But you did it over and over and over and OVER AGAIN!” I was sure every part of her hated me now.

  “Well, we both curse at each other with Ade, and she doesn’t get mad like you do!” My mind was about to explode. “Well, too bad for you, I’m sensitive, and I’m absolutely not okay with this.”

  She shouted, I shouted, some saw us and gossiped, and some bullied. But we didn’t care, both I and Amelyx wanted to prove ourselves true.

  By 12 AM, I was on my bed, crying. My parents thought I already had slept, but no, I just couldn’t sleep with such a sensitive heart. I never meant us to fight, it was just, you know…

  You don’t. Okay, so, just let me start from the beginning.

  My name is Lithuania Astrin Elaren.

  I’m 13 years old, born on 18 April.

  I live in Oxfordshire, England. I’ve been here since birth.

  I’ve spent all my life trying to serve and help others, but I get nothing in return. So many people hate me.

  Why? I wish I knew, though. I’ve always thought that I wasn’t good enough for anyone to love.

  I’ve never been happy with myself, always comparing myself to others. I’ve said I loved myself, but my acts, no. But surprisingly, I didn’t like people either! Yeah, I’ve maybe served them, cared about all, and helped with anything, but honestly, I didn’t feel love towards any of them. It was just something in me that made me want to help, even if it brought no joy to me or made me proud of myself.

  I, honestly, didn’t have a life. I made my friends laugh and made my enemies furious, but in the end, I felt nothing for myself. Until a process in my life started.

  In the first 3 years of primary school, I only lived for fun. I didn’t even notice I was living. In 4th grade, I lived to prove myself to others. It was, of course, unsuccessful. I burst out with anger, and I’ve only thought about myself. I didn’t feel an urge to help others back then.

  In 5th grade, I was just hopeless. Literally the ugliest form I could have been in, sadly. In 6th grade, somehow, somewhere, because of the idols I used to have, I was a little bit mean, helpless, and violent. I just can’t understand how people liked me, or if they did. Now, I’m in 7th grade, and school is about to finish.

  I found a purpose and someone to live by, for, with, and without.

  Someone more special than any other friend, lover, family member, or savior you can find on Earth.