July 28, 2013
Three months is a short time in compare to the span of your life. Your life is a short time in compare to the life of the Earth and so on. So why is it that it only takes a short time to fall in love with someone. Up until now all my "I love you"s had been empty. Like the I love you that you say to a goldfish or your favorite clothing item. But, now they were complete and full and meant. Love is a strange thing but, when you realize that what you're feeling is real it hits you like a smack in the face. I sat for a while and pondered whether or not this was love. I went over in my head the memories and the feelings. Then I dug deep into the current feelings. I analyzed the feeling in my chest when we're apart, the happiness I get from hearing his voice, the rush of seeing his smile, the joy that was brought from the way he said my name, the way I can't stop myself from smiling when we're together, the way that when anything about love is mentioned my mind goes to him, the way it feels right to be together and hurts to be apart, the way I'd do anything to be with him and see him happy. I concluded that not only was I in love but I was in the kind of love that even if you breakup you never fully get over. I wasn't just in love. I was in true love. The best and worst kind of all.
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The Story of What Came to Be Known as Love
RomanceThis is the absolutely true story of how I fell in love. From the start to now, it's all here. Feel free to leave comments. I love getting any kind of feedback. Thank you for reading! (Note that names and dates have been slightly altered.)
