I am going to share with you my
thoughts on love. I know some of you are probably shocked because I parade
around claiming that love and feelings are non existent fabrications in our
minds, in which are a mix of crazy chemicals and hormones. Well, I honestly
believe that. MOST of the time. Here’s the thing about real love. It doesn’t
need to be in a relationship on facebook to feel official or to
purchase fancy over priced gifts to prove your un-denying love to one
another. It’s something you feel from the tippy top of your head down to your
toes when that person walks in the room. They literally set your mind, heart,
and *ahem* loins, ablaze. It’s this bizarre feeling of wanting to scream their
name from the top of “insert
incredibly large building here” and hide underneath your bed in fear because
your feeling so much and so strongly for a person. It's motivating, captivating, and a bunch of other really big positive action words that end in ING. But also, it’s way more
fucking complicated than that too. It’s trying to meld families together and
understanding that she puts the laundry detergent in last instead of first. That she is never going to know where her car keys are and he's always going to be late. It’s the balance between your own personal identity and the one you share
together. It's learning to be proud and supportive rather than possessive. It’s personal beliefs and hobbies that clash and collide. It's apologizing even when you’re so stubborn you can’t ever imagine giving in to
anyone else. It’s this blissful ignorance of kissing in public and not caring
that everyone around you wants to strangle you. It's your boyfriend following you to the grocery store and tackling you in the aisle when you're pissed off because he "thinks" he's being romantic.
See, now I bet you thought I didn’t
understand it. But don’t worry I do. I also understand how rare it is that all
of the stars, moons, and bar fights can align perfectly to create a
relationship that will last a lifetime or you know...a couple of years. The thing that is scary is where you
end up when/if/somehow that relationship you spent so much time creating doesn’t work out.
The long process that you have to set out on to recover when something you
thought would last doesn’t. Can you love again? Will you be able to reveal so
much of yourself to someone again? Maybe we are meant to love different people
at different times of our life? Maybe we can love more than one person? Or
maybe there is just one? Is it different for everyone? Will I end up like my
parents? That’s the kind of shit you wonder about when in a real relationship. And I certainly don’t have the answers
to those anomalies. But I can wish you luck in your daring adventures into the
mind boggling, mystifying ways of love. Or provide a really good sad song play list
and a fabulous selection of cheap wines if things happen to go awry.
Teen
