love

In the time I’ve spent in this world I’ve cried and laughed, I’ve Suffered and I’ve enjoyed, I’ve tried and I’ve fallen, I’ve received and I’ve lost, I’ve lived and I’ve loved. But yet I’m still confused on many things.

For instance, what is love? Many think it’s the strongest emotion that a human being can have, but I seem to find the word over used and I think it’s lost its meaning. These days’ people throw the word around all the time. People look at situations and say, “oh that’s not love” and try to define it as something else, like lust, infatuation, or ‘deep liking’ who is to say what love is and what love isn’t? It’s a word that really can’t be defined because it means something different to everyone.

I used to have the fairy tale dream. One day prince charming would come riding up for me on his horse and we’d ride away to his castle where we would live happily ever after with our children, but through heartache and suffering I’ve realized that dream will never happen, nor will anything close to it. I don’t fully understand the word love and I don’t think I ever will.

But who needs love? I’ve lived my life for fifteen years without it, why should I change

. . .

View the whole essay, without interruption

The phones sitting on the hook yet you can’t dial their number and hear their voice like you used to. that now? I have my friends who keep me on solid ground. It’s a soul hurt, a body hurt, a real gets inside of you and rips you apart pain. Don't let on that you're not, what you're pretending to be. Friendship may end up in love but love never ends up in friendship, at least not to the extent it was before.

Something must be wrong with me with all this hurt inside, always bursting with anger, and never any pride. When I’m all alone no one can see the darkness in my eyes, so every night I cry, I suffer in silence, I wont deny that the pain is real if asked, but that never happens. I’m going insane, a little bit more everyday and everything I once thought I wanted I now realized is the last thing I want and need. People say the best relationships come from friendships, yet I could never date one of my close friends. Hide the pain, carry on, routine is the key.

What about being independent? Being able to do what you want whenever you want and not having to worry that someone else is over analyzing everything you say all the time seems ok to me. So you give up so many chances to be with wonderful people all because you wish they made you feel like it was the first time all over again. It’s hard to lose the one you love and to finally say goodbye. Since I’m a fan of quotes another one comes to mind.

Approximate Word count = 2121
Approximate Pages = 8 (250 words per page double spaced)

Simply subscribe to view this paper, and 100,000 others.