I want someone to finish my sentences. I want that person who sees my flaws and not only accepts them, but offers constructive advice on improving them. I want somebody who knows why I drink three Diet Cokes a day when I myself don't understand it. I've never been one to be so desperate, so desirous of that thing that makes the earth turn slower and the girls stand straighter. But then, there's times like this, It seems so frugile to blog on a subject like love when I myself haven't the slightest idea what it must feel like to put someone so far above yourself. I thought I had, but that went away once I touched back down to Earth. But, as the Beatles said, love is all you need. And perhaps, at the end of the day, that's true.
I see so many people fall in and out of love daily. It's the endless battle, like some sort of emotional zombie that takes everything out of us. Yet, at the end of the day, love seems to be the ultimate prize. If you've ever considered life's many possible adversities, it seems to me many of them center around the search for a partner and the pitfalls one must experience on the way to the sheer bliss of a romance gone right. Is it all worth the risk? Forgive me for sounding like a novel by Nicholas Sparks or Sarah Dessen, however, I do thnk its perfectly acceptable to ask themselves the hard questions. It's a nice change of pace form the usual mundane activities of a lackadaisical day.
If you've ever considered any of your past relationships, it's amazing to see how incredibly blind you were when it came to the other person's fault. Near the end of a recent relationship, I began to notice how the person was using me for useless things like nights spent at the movie theatre or small things like visits to Starbucks and midnight runs to Betos. As commonplace as these ventures sound, the financial strains began to take their toll. I was spending so much time and money on a single person who, at the current moment, I'm not even sure appreciated it. Was that time well spent?
Consider the bright side of it all. I remember a quote from a discussion with a good friend about one of their exes. When I asked how they were feeling, post breakup, the only sentiment they felt the needed to say was simply, 'I'm happy I dated her. I'm happy I'll never have to date her again. I learned a lot of things and it was a good experience overall.' Isn't that the ideal? Admittedly, no matter the person, there will always be a touch of bitterness or resentment towards the respective heartbreaker. But if one can simply look back on the relationship with an optimistic, 'Well that was fun', rather than a much less constructive, 'Oh my word, I can't believe we didn't resolve this, or this, or this, or this, or...'....you catch my drift.
Using someone for the sake of selfish personal gain isn't love. Forcing someone into a situation that's new and uncomfortable certainly isn't love. And betraying someone's trust certainly isn't love. Love should be approached after much though, much consideration, and a deep feeling in the deepest, most tender part of your heart that you'd give anything for this person. A perfect love, if I'm not mistaking, should feel like a dream come true, but a dream that one must be ready for. At any given time in my past, I doubt I've ever been worthy or ready for it. The fake and familiar mask of glutton a partner can wear could easily be mistaken as the guise of true love. It's a beautiful, terrible plague we all succumb to, and once it's over, you can breathe again, look at yourself in the mirror, and simply say, 'I lived. I loved. And I can't wait to do it tomorrow.'
And as you fall in and out of love, so many times a day you think your head will spin so quickly it will fall off, consider those in your life not for a romantic purpose. Just a night ago, I spent in complete and utter bliss with two of the best people I've ever had the fortune to call my best friends. After an interesting evening at a college play with one, I spent the rest of the night with the other, catching up on the small things, the insignificant things. And somehow, it strengthened those friendships. I suppose what I'm saying is a love such as platonic love can be just as gratifiying, just as fulfilling, and just as important. And it's much safer to know that, whether rain or sun, healthy or ill, your best friends will always be there to cry with you and make fun of your ridiculous obsession with Pretty Little Liars. That's love, ladies and gentleman, plain and simple.
