Love

This is a journal entry I had written for school before we started the topic of Romeo and Juliet in class. We were told to write about what we thought love is. This is what I came up with:

What is love really? Love can mean many different things to individual people, but the feeling is the same for everyone. There is also the same effect when the bond of love is broken. Love makes people feel invincible at times and at the same time, helpless. The feeling of love comes with more feelings than some people think. There is love that is true and there is love that is easily broken. The truest of love is the bond that will never be broken even after death. The most false is the love that goes away as soon as a person's financial status goes down. In ways, love is the best thing a person can have and in other ways, it is the worst.

All I got for that was a check mark, so I don't really know what was thought of it. I didn't edit it since then and typed it on here just as I had wrote it before.