What Is Love?

What Is Love?
They say to love is a beautiful thing. They say to love is work, but is worth it. Alas, they say to love is to be eternally happy. But who exactly is "they?" And I can't help but wonder if "they" themselves have ever truly been in love. I say to love is to devote your time to the boy down the road, and then be dumped. 5 months wasted! I say to love is to be artificially shown affection, and when it is at its best, vanishes as quickly as it came. I say to love is to feel the joy of victory by winning the eye of the guy you like, and then feeling the agony of defeat when he is taken away by the blonde girl with curly hair; forever! I say to love is to expose your most precious expression; your innocence, and to have it stripped away from you like the youth from the old. All that is left is a torn soul. I say to love is to become someone that you aren't. You never jumped before when the phone rang. You never painted your nails or wore skirts, and now look at you. You used to be true and original, but now, I say to love is to be changed permanently.
Once that first glance, the first affectionate touch, and the first kiss occur, you want it, no; you need to have it all the time. You become a monster whose hunger can't be fed, and then you are crushed when the only thing you think you need never calls back and just walks away. Most things that are bad or are harmful in this world, we become afraid of. We try to form a "safety blanket" of laws to protect us, but what about love? It hurts too doesn't it? Should we do 10-15 years for every phone calls not returned? No, that wouldn't work. Should we do 20-25 years for every heart we break? No, I don't think that is it either. Should we lock ourselves up inside and never show vulnerability? No, then no one would like us. So I suppose that to love, well, quite simply to love is to be happy sad, angry, frustrated and mad. To be giddy jumpy, as sweet as pie, and then to be balling crying, and not knowing why.... [continues]

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