Everyone classifies love in their own way. Some people find it fantastic. Some people find it a beautiful mystery. Me? I find it to be quite horrible. Love can hold you close and be kind to you, or it can chew you up and spit you out. I'm in high school. Love chews people up and spits them out.
I'm pretty average. My long brown hair doesn't always cooperate. My blue eyes sometimes have tears in them. I'm 5'8". My makeup doesn't always look good (if I'm even wearing makeup.) My name's Olivia, Liv for short. I'm pretty average. It's not like I'm not worth loving. Everyone is worth loving.
Here's the problem with love: sometimes the feelings aren't returned. I can love you, and you can love me back. That's the best thing that could happen. I could love you, and you could not love me back. That would suck for me, at least. You could love me, and I could not love you. That'd be bad for both of us because you wouldn't be loved, and I would feel bad for not loving you like you love me. Love's actually a little bit of a monster.
(This was going to be a story, but I changed my mind. XD)
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
