Love; just another lesson on how to be yourself.

What is love? Well according to the song love is this;

L-the way you look at me
O-the only one I see
V- very very extraordinary
E- even more than anyone you adore

But to me this doesn’t seem to make sense to me. Because, yes, this could be love, but love isn’t always like this. It isn’t always, fluff and duff and happy. I mean seriously. How many people can say that they feel this way about their PARENTS? I mean I defiantly cannot. Usually the way my parents look at me is the “I need her to do something” or “turn down your music” look. That’s not a look I want to see from the “one”. J. Lookadoo said “Love doesn’t feel all mushy. Love isn’t sweaty palms and sleepless nights. Love is a decision you make to care for someone no matter how you feel. If they are disfigured in an accident or throwing up for hours on end, you will still love them.” I feel like this sums love up completely. Love isn’t something you “find”. Love is not a feeling. Love is something that you have to experience for yourself. But it’s not a feeling towards someone or something. It’s the “decision” that you make to never change about how you feel about it. No matter what happens. Whether they do something to upset you, or to hurt you, it still isn’t going to change how you feel. It is different for everyone, and everything. You can love your car, your pet, your significant other, your sister, your house.

There are a lot of different things that you can love, but everyone loves everyone and everything differently. When I first started dating my boyfriend everyone told me that we were going too fast, and that we should slow things down, and start out as friends. What I said to them was this “the way you think I should love, and they way I actually do, are two totally different things. You have to let me fail in order for me to understand how I truly want to love”. So far I haven’t failed. Because starting out as friends wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I have tried that, and failed, and now I know that, that is not that way that I love people. I like to jump right into things and see where they take me, and I am not afraid to get hurt. And isn’t that what love is all about? Trying new things, and having new experiences. Not being afraid to get your hands dirty, and whatever happens, happens, and because you are so in over your head, that you don’t see it. Everything is just “magical” so to speak. Don’t we all want that? I guess the bottom line here of what I am trying to say is, this; love is not something that you can duplicate. It is not “The Notebook” or “Pride and Prejudice”, it is something that you have to make up on your own. You are never going to have a fairytale “love”. Those kinds of movies and stories and ways of thinking are what I like to call “women porn”. It makes you think that this if this happens, you are going to be complete. But it never will complete you, you will always be left wanting more. Love is just another lesson on how to be yourself, and not have what other people do, or do not have.