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AN: Okay, you guys, I'm dealing with some personal issues, so I may have to get away and update a lot or I might completely ignore this story. Please stick with this story. Thanks. –Suki-Alanna
Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important.
"Hey Annabeth," a daughter of Aphrodite, Lily, ran up. "What's love like?"
"Lily, why do you need to know?"
"Well it's Percy. I think I'm in love with him!" the girl went starry-eyed.
Annabeth felt her heart break into a million pieces at the sound of her love and best friend's name. "Love is like pi—natural, irrational and very important," she answered heavily.
"Thanks Annabeth!" Lily bounced away.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
Henry Ward Beecher
"Hey Annabeth! I need more advice!" Lily ran over.
"Lily, I have a question: don't you think you're a bit young to be dating Percy."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it could be illegal or something. You're fourteen and he's seventeen."
"Just give me the advice already."
"Fine," Annabeth sighed, "Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable."
"Am I older?"
"No. You're love is young."
"Well I intend to let it get older,"
"I doubt it," Annabeth muttered so that the impulsive daughter or Aphrodite couldn't hear her.