Love

Dear Love,
you stink.
From: Teenagers.

 Yeah yeah, not every teenager thinks love stinks. Or at least, we don't think so right at this moment. But what about tomorrow? What about two months ago? Pretty sure all of us have hated their love and what it does to us at some point in our supposedly miserable teenager-hood.

But...it doesn't always stink...does it?

No. No, love doesn't always make us groan, cry, glare. Love doesn't always cause a twisting pain in the stomach. Love doesn't always cause our judgement to be off. Love doesn't always have a bitter feel to it.

Sometimes love feels nice. It is a cool breeze that floats through our hair and rubs against our skin. It fills us with laughter, bubbling inside, bursting out and creating waves of joy. We thrive on the memories of the tingling in our chest, the shortened breaths, the long conversations. How could we ever live without love?

But just when love is playing it nice, giving us good feelings, it stops. Sometimes abruptly, sometimes stretching out the halt. We ask:
How could love  cause us pain? 
How could love not care anymore?
How could love betray us?

It's a dramatic thing, to fall in and out of love. The brain asks all of they psychological questions that has us spinning in circles, falling down amidst the memories of the feelings, the moments.

Love makes us do funny things. Love is a funny thing. But the funnier thing is, love doesn't make us all do the same funny things. It's different for each person. It has a different affect on each person.To try to define love is hopeless because yeah, maybe that definition works for you and fifteen other people in your neighborhood, but I'm sure that the next person in line on the alphabetical list of life has a different look on it, different emotions about it. But no matter how evident this is, love is still confined by those with narrow minds and narrow hearts. Your heart is big though, isn't it? Your mind is not narrow, is it? You know a love that no one else does.
We all feel love, we all know love. But your love is not my love, and my knowledge of love is not your knowledge of love.

--P.A.