About Love

I fell in love a few times already in life, falling into cheesy teenage relationships twice that never even lasted for as long as life itself does.

As I grow older, I learned it the harsh way that love is not as easy to find as I thought it would be when I was younger.

I found that gentility caught my eyes more than what matters outside.

I found that inside beauty is prettier than anything else.

Et cetera, et cetera.

So much for finding the right guy, eh?

And for this time that I am falling again for a guy, I thought:

Is it safe to say that I’m really in love with someone? That I am loving every ounce of his presence and absence?

Love made everyone seem to appear stronger for each other, but why do I feel weak?

They say my love will choose me in time, but how am I chosen when I’m all tangled in strings?

Love is a many-splendored thing;

And never is Shakespeare more wrong that having Cassius note:

The fault, dear Brutus/

/is not in the stars; but in ourselves.

Though, I have always been in love with you. I can never tell you why; because my heart just did. I’ve always waited for you to come through that door every class ever possible – just ever to see you smile and laugh. I told you, I have fallen for you and I can never climb back. Once I’ve fallen, I’m never gonna recover. –red