Who do you love the most?

Who do you love the most?

Whether it’s a girlfriend, boyfriend, parent, sibling or even a pet (my dog is my best friend!), there is no doubt Hamilton is filled with love. Even on a hot summer day, walking down the glistening sunny streets, you can often catch people sharing a hug, a kiss, a laugh or even a smile representing the love that can be seen throughout the city. As Valentine’s Day gets closer and closer, those hugs, kisses, laughs and smiles have become much more prominent. Here are some Hamilton love stories.

Kandel and Andres

It would be rather exhausting to explain every little thing that I cherish about Andres Billiald, but the thing I’m about to share with you pretty much hits the nail on the head.We go to school together, same program, journalism. We talked here and there through first year – nothing too serious. Starting second semester though, that’s when things started to spark. We talked and talked and flirted, got a couple coffees here and there but nothing physical came about until Friday, September 28th.We had a package assignment due at 11:59P.M. My computer began to act up and crashed before I could hand in my project. Andres being the gentleman he is came to the rescue.Things were a little quiet. I was starting to wonder if his feelings were as intense as mine, little did I know he was thinking the same. Poking the bear, I said to him, “If you don’t want to see me that’s okay, no offence taken.”

He sighed, “I kinda wanna kiss you though.” “Do it then,” I said. And he did. It was magical, a breath of fresh air, every girl’s dream. To be kissed on their front doorstep in the cool evening of September. It was at that moment that I knew I had someone special, someone who I’d instantly fall in love with.

Ashton and Sandra

The woman who sang You Are my Sunshine to me when I was young, and would dance with me in her arms, who helped me apply to college, and has always been there for me when I make mistakes and go running to her. This woman is my beautiful, intelligent and incredibly caring mother. She is my best friend, my audience at my musical performances, my overdraft bank fund and the best parent I could have asked for. I love you mama. I will always be your sunshine.

Emelia and Jon

When I was a little girl I thought that love was roses and fancy dinners. But the truth is, love is him eating half of my food even if he says he’s full. It’s talking in accents just for fun and trying to embarrass each other in public. It’s the little adventures and constant jokes. True love isn’t pretty or romantic, love is just stumbling through life with your best friend. When I met Jonathan nearly ten years ago, I never imagined that we would become as close as we are today.

He who was once just a mere acquaintance has become my best friend that I will share the rest of my life with. So many people told me that one day I’d marry him, and I never believed them (silly me!). Jon is both my greatest critic and biggest supporter in everything I do and there isn’t a time in our friendship that he hasn’t been there for me when I needed him. He has never failed to put a smile on my face, even in the worst of times. Despite sharing very similar goals and interests, we seem to balance each other out. I add a little extra crazy to his day while he keeps me grounded. I guess you could say I love him and I’m pretty okay with that.

Aura and her Grandpa

The person I love and appreciate the most is my Grandpa. A man who’s actually not related to me in any way but someone who, with his wife, raised me like I was the granddaughter they never had. He shared his bed when I had a nightmare and told me stories before I went to bed. Every afternoon after he came home from work, probably exhausted and hungry, and played baseball with me until I decided I was bored. He built a swing for me on his backyard and pushed me until I couldn’t go any higher. My Grandpa would lay down with me on his hammock every time I visited and he would make jokes until my stomach hurt. He told me when I was a toddler that he would probably not make it to my 15th birthday, which was a cruel thing to say to a baby, but he’s still around now that I’m 20.

He gave me so much of his time, and taught me so many important things (jokes included) that I still remember. He’s caring, and kind, and loving, and supportive but he’s not the same anymore. One day, without realizing, he grew old. Most of the time, he doesn’t know who I am anymore, so when he calls me his ‘little girl’ again, I feel like I’m 5-years-old. Because of that, this Valentine’s Day my mind goes to my Grandpa, the man who developed my fascination for stories (and puns).

What’s your Valentine’s Day story?

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