I read an article today about that one little word that everyone knows. It's the one word that people live for and die for. The one word that people write about, sing about, dream about. It makes someone. It breaks someone. Yep... that is the word I am referring to.
LOVE.
I can't wrap my head around this little word.
Does everyone experience true love? Is it really existent in every one's world?
Love is kind... Is it really?
Maybe "true love" only exists for the lucky ones.
I'm sure that love is beautiful, and kind, and the best feeling anyone could have. I'm sure it is magic.
I'm also sure that it's wonderful when returned.
We love the people we love for a reason. Do they love us back? Not always.
This is really terrible to say, but I sometimes think of mine and of humanity's view on love and/or unrequited love as hypocritical.
We love the people we want to love. They fifty percent of the time won't love us back, and frankly... that really sucks.
There are people who might love us, and fifty percent of the time we won't love them back. That sucks too.
We are heartbroken when our love doesn't feel the same, and yet the people who love us are feeling the same pain we feel. Hypocritical in a way. Or maybe not. Maybe that's just life?
On another note, should we settle for a person just because they love us when someone else may not? Would that be in fact "settling"?
It's so hard to understand. Should it be this hard?
I'm a girl. I love the idea of love. Literature, movies, the whole thing. The funniest thing is that I know nothing of love. I'm stubborn about this. I don't know why. It's not because I haven't loved someone before. It's also not because someone has never loved me before. There is a huge difference with loving someone, and being in love with someone.
What I know it that when I fall in love... I'll know. I just will.
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