About 6 months ago at the new school year started, I was at the local convenience store some odd reason or another (yes, most of my reasons are odd). As I walked out I was approached by two young girls. They could have been anywhere from 13 to 20 (they’re all babies!); but they asked me if I would help them in a school video assignment they had.
No, it was not an offer to star in a porno or one of those ‘busted’ shows– some of your minds are filthy.
They just wanted to ask me a couple of questions on film. I said, “sure.” I’d taken a film class in highschool and it was on film using a camera we had to check out from the school. These young ladies used their phones. Cool. I love it.
They had me sign a release (wise of them or the school district, but sheesh!) and filming began. The first girl (they introduced themselves; but I’ve forgotten their names, for which I apologize) asked the question
The first girl asked, “what is your definition of love?” I’m not sure, she might have also asked either “what is love?” or “how do you define love?”, but I would have answered the same.
I did not hesitate, although I’d never given much thought about it until then; but I said “you love someone when their happiness is more important to you than anything else.”
Both girls said “aw!” and the interviewer started crying. The camera-girl stopped filming for a minute.
After a minute to compose themselves (and saying “wow!” a lot), they started filming again and asked me to clarify. I muttered something about how that meant that you couldn’t really love a jelly doughnut , but I’d peaked already.
They thanked me, we shook hands and I wished them luck with their project. The interviewer insisted on giving me a hug, so the camera-girl had to follow suit.
They went back to awaiting their next victim and I got in my Geo and drove the 5 blocks home.
It felt good.