I don’t know
why it’s taken me so long to write about this, but I thought it about time,
especially since I’m seventeen, in my last year in high school, and I want to
be able to look back and see how my thoughts have changed with time.
A
question I have always asked myself: what is love?
The
title of this post maybe gives some of that away, but there’s more to it. True
Love, like what they show in fairytale movies, doesn’t exist in this world.
Now, I’m not being negative, not at all. I mean, I wish it did. But it doesn’t.
But that’s okay.
Finding
love is like finding the perfect shoe, only it’s not so easy as going to a
store and telling the worker your size. In the real world, you don’t know your
size, you don’t know what you’re looking for, but you know what you want as a
person, and that’s really the only thing you need to find the perfect fit.
This
changes as you change, but everyone reaches a certain point in their life where
they know exactly who they are, who they want to be, and they’ll find a person
who lets them be that. It still takes work; it still takes effort. Nobody can
be perfect at first, but as years go on, and each person learns about the other,
that shoe can be worn in until it is perfect.
That
deep, intense, romantic feeling will come with every love, but only the perfect
fit can make it last forever.
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