A Teenage Rationalist's Take On Love and Its Meaning

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This is just my opinion on love. What it is, what it means, and why I believe the word "love" gets tossed around so often in our society today.

Submitted: February 13, 2012

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To me,

love is

a very splendid,

precious thing. You don’t go

tossing

the word out every time you find someone

as equally weird as you that

likes the same things you do.

That’s not love. Love is losing every ounce of

oxygen

in your lungs when you see them, or even

hear from them in any form of communication. Love is kissing them

and feeling

your skin

burst into

flames, burning

with

a white-hot intensity that can

only be extinguished by their touch,

which in turn fans the flames;

a cycle.

Love is having the person on

your mind

all day and night,

and never

seeing another person in the way

you see your love. You never think of what could be

or what could have been with someone else.

You have no reason to, if your love is

truly love.

Never stopping

to question every

fiber of your being that believes they

are yours.

You won’t see anyone

but them, all of the other men or women will be

just that; men and women.

The same

face, the same

body,

nothing special

about

them.

And youwonder

what's so special about

you?

The world begins and

ends with

your love,

and

everything

revolves around

them like the

planets and stars.


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