You know what, I honestly don't like writing about love. Its can be so depressing but exciting and beautiful. Yet, I find myself writing about it all the time. Why?? There are so many different definitions of love. From a six year old's perspective, it might mean getting to borrow a crayon from a "cute" boy in your class (but what is cute really mean when you are six like really). From a 15 year old's perspective, love might be interpreted by that random eye contact with your secret lover you make in class. From a 27 year old's persepctive, it might mean heartache. Pain. Disturbance. All because of a past experience perhaps. See what I mean?? It could mean absolutely ANYTHING. To me? Psh what does it matter. Love, is an exhale of relief. A breathe of freah air. Hey, I finally found it. LOVE. And if you ever really question what you love, pay more attention to wear your mind wanders. That, is where answers are found.
This is meaningful.
ReplyDeleteYou should like to write about love.
Or do it anyway.
Because this is magic.
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ReplyDelete"Pay attention to where your mind wanders." love this!! Sometimes you cant ever get them out of your head, if you can? Its probably lust, not love.
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