My Views On Love

What is love? Many ask if I have loved before. The simple answer is yes. When I was in kindergarten and had a huge crush on the boy who ate paste, at that point in my life I was in love. When I was in high school and I was in melting over a blond-haired, blue-eyed drummer, I was in love in my own little way. True, I do not love them now in that same romantic way. If our paths were to cross again, I would not love them as I did. As you change and grow, so does your love. When I said I loved him, I thought I did. It was love to me. Compared to the love I feel today, it might no longer be so, but it was then.

Love is easy to fall into. It is fun and weightless at times. I love love, and I love being in love. The happiness and blissfully blind giddiness brings such light to all that I do. It inspires sonnets and love songs. The pain and sorrow brings the darkness that looms over what I create. It inspires works of deep emotion.

Love can be between you and one person or two or three and between many within your lifetime. It is why people can love but stray. It is why people can love and stay. It is the way you feel when your favorite singer looks down on you and smiles as his voices rings out across the crowd. It is what you feel when the boy in the corner of the coffee shop writes you a poem and paints a picture of you. It is what you feel every time she gets what you say and kisses you softly. Love is the girl in the skirt you wish you could be and love is the boy with the right words. Love is love because, at the time, it is the best you've felt so far. With nothing better standing in comparison, at that moment, it is love to you. It is mindless and spontaneous and can happen in an instant.

True love is what you see in movies. It is what happens when all of the uncontrollable emotions of love mix with the logic of compatibility. It is when all the flaws of the one you love are worth it. It is when every fight can eventually be worked out with no deal breaking obstacles in the way. True love is sensible and irrational. True love is something everyone searches for and few find. True love creates successful marriages, healthy families, and happy lives. It is the peak of love and denies all other love was every really love by comparison.

Love is behind door number one and two; both are amazing prices. You'd be happy with either because you've never experienced what is behind door three. True love is what is behind door number three. Though it is the grand prize, it does not devalue one or two. Three is simply a higher level.

I will love now, blinding and contently. I'm far to young for white dresses and morning sickness. I'm far too young to use my mind. Ignorance is bliss, and I will feel with my heart alone for now. I will live a life of whims until I decide I'm bored of Neverland.