Love is a funny thing.
You grow up thinking it's like a fairy tale. You'll have a prince sweep you off your feet, get married in a dress just like Cinderella's, and live happily ever after. This fantasy of love is exactly that -- a fantasy.
Love isn't sunshine and daisies.
Love isn't all fun and games.
Love is hard. Love is terrifying. Love is heart breaking.
My definition of love is giving your heart to someone; giving them the power to completely shatter your world, but trusting that they won't. It's two imperfect people seeing each other as perfect -- two halves of a whole.
Don't get me wrong. Love is fun, too.
It's scary giving someone so much power over you, but finding that one person that makes your life better is a beautiful experience. Finding someone you can be yourself with is a wonderful feeling.
Love is when your feelings don't leave even when the person does.
When you're both blessed and cursed like I am, you love so hard it knocks you off your feet. It's a great feeling when you're happy and life is good, but the fallout is unbearable. Granted I'm only eighteen years old and people say, "You're too young to know what love is," but I do.
I've been in love once, and I pray that I'll feel that way again. It's been two years and I still haven't gotten that part of my heart back.
However, he's happy.
He's moved on, and he's with someone who makes him smile the way I used to. That's all I can ask. I want him happy -- even if it's not with me. I want him to be happy, even if it breaks my heart all over again.
That, my friends, is true love.
