Love

Love

The word love is heard nearly every single day of one’s life. But does everyone know the true meaning of love? A man named Sir Hugh Wapole once said, “The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it.” (Wapole) I agree one hundred percent with this quote, because it’s true, love is such a wonderful thing when treated fairly. I also agree with this quote because we shouldn’t be wasting our time wishing what could be but instead, attempting to get to know that person, not knowing what the outcome can be and maybe even having the chance to love that person for the rest of one’s life.

When I read the quote it filled my heart with warmth. Thinking of what could’ve been or what could be, just makes me want to keep looking for that special person. Honestly, I think about love every single day. I’m starting to realize how massive my obsession with love is becoming. It’s a good thing, yet a bad thing. A good thing because I think about the day in which I’ll find that person, that special person who I can love and hold and care for for the rest of my life. It’s also a bad thing because it makes me go into this deep sadness that can be best described as depression. Just the thought that I haven’t found that right person yet and all the opportunities I’ve had, it just gets so overwhelming. Not only being unable to find the right one but also not being able to actually be with that person physically.

Living here makes me feel so lonely. Everyone’s scared to come out of the “closet” and be who they really are. It’s a shame knowing that I go to a high school where there’s hundreds and hundreds of people, yet I can’t find anyone who knows what I’m going through or at least has a good sense of what I’m talking about. When I walk around school I’ve been told that I look like I’m “sad” or in “pain”, when in reality I’m perfectly fine. I’ve noticed that lately I’ve been walking with my head down and looking at the floor…why?... because when I look up I was see other people in love and of course I get jealous. I know I’ve said this a million times but it’s true. I can’t help, but to stress this enough to those who are inconsiderate and always sucking each other’s faces in front of other people. First of all, it’s rude and second, it isn’t cute. :P

Anyways… love to me is having someone to care for. Having someone to talk to. Having someone to share secrets with. Having someone to make them feel like no other. Having someone to care for me. To actually love me. To tell me nice things. To treat me right. To make me feel special. To make me feel comfortable. To make me feel happy. To make me feel wanted. When I wake up every morning I don’t think “Hmmm I wonder what I’m going to do today”…no… I think “Hmm I wonder who I’m going to meet today.” Honestly I don’t have that many reasons to live, but I live so that one day I can find my true love and be “Happy”.