Why Write About Love?
What is love? Ask someone what it is and you end up with a lot of answers. It’s an emotion, a sensation. Love is pure, love is kind. Man have experienced love since a long time ago, but not anyone can give you a proper explanation of what it is.
But for me? Love.. love is wgraahh, blraghh, (fus-ro-dah!) lol? Whatever sound it is people make when it comes to frustration. I mean sure, I’m a girl, I must have a pretty good idea what love is, must have experienced it at some point. But in reality? I have no idea. I mean sure, I’ve read and heard about how people describe it, but I’m still at a loss of how it really is. Nada. Not a single clue.
At some point, I can always.. notice when someone likes another person. But when it comes to noticing people who like me? You could have hit me with a brick and I wouldn’t have noticed it. A friend said it was because I wasn’t looking for love, that’s why I don’t notice it. But is that really it? Or am I just really thick-headed not to notice?
So why write about love when I know nothing about it. I mean, why not? Love is an intangible thing. It can be found in places you wouldn’t dream of. You can look for it and never find it. But it’s there when you aren’t looking for it. For me., I guess what I can call love right now, from what I have experienced.. it’s just contentment and being happy.
Love, huh. Such a simple word but can take on a lot of meanings, a lot of emotion. In love, it isn’t always happy and forever. It has its downsides and endings too. It’s not always about feeling loved. It’s also about the pain, the rejection and heartbreak.
I am forever thankful for those that love me. And for those that I hurt, unintentionally or not, I truly am very sorry from the bottom of my heart.