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Dancing Lights and Striking Bullets (LOVE)

From that moment, everything that I felt before came back, only that it’s stronger now. When I saw him, all else disappeared. It was like a beautiful illusion. My eyes only saw him and the rest was blurry, if not dark. In that fantasy, my heart opened its eyes and gazed upon the slow rotation of the Earth and how it made him the core of mine.

It was a hot day but his flowing soul cooled it down. From point A to point B, and even to infinity, he just made me really alive, so magically. He was already him but it seemed like a pinch of sparkling dust made him more of himself.

When I watched him, my vision was confused. I thought it was just my imagination but it’s not. That shining, radiant star, just right before my eyes, enjoying his time under the spotlight; the charming voice, the golden steps he took, they were like a soaring breeze caught by my world. His perfect steps led to the finish with flying colors.

His luminous, white wings were treasure at the end of the rainbow. His downs were dominated by his triumphant plans. These held me tight from where I was standing to where I was standing with a big, bright smile plastered on my face. I’m telling you, it was all very, very dreamy. Sadly, at the end, his eyes, or even the wind that carried his precious voice, never reached me.

         Love is an inexplicable drug that makes a person transcend his boundaries. It can make anyone weak, dishonest, and stupid. At the same time, it is the most special gift that we want to give and to receive. It can turn the most hideous monster into the most beautiful masterpiece of all. It can easily convert one’s frown into a contagious smile. In this wonderful feeling, the heart rules over the brain.

There are many kinds of love- the love for God, our family, friends, and even places and things. However in this essay, I will only deal with one type, teenage love. Why? Because it’s in the air. Senseless? I mean that in every scenery that my sight arrives at, teenage love can be found, especially in school.

They say it’s intense and filled with dancing lights, lights that can damage the wires that work in our imagination. It is a delightful feeling to love and even more delightful to be loved by that person. You feel that you never really existed in your entire life until there’s somebody who sees and believes in every inch of your existence. You feel alive. You feel that he’s the reason why time flies fast and slows down. He makes the world go round. In that memorable moment, everything will seem perfect. But what if everything suddenly turns upside-down?

When a teen feels heartbroken, he will ask, “Is it wrong to love?” The answer is no. It’s not wrong to love. It becomes wrong when it’s too much already. It becomes wrong when it changes your personality to worse. It becomes wrong when you feel alone after what they call a heart attack. It becomes wrong when you feel that the world struck you with a bullet right at the middle of your heart and left you with painful tears. Your expectations will ruin you.

I honestly don’t get these teens. They see what the others experience yet they still do it. Agony. Devastation. A meltdown. Sometimes, a living hell. How come they still sacrifice their current life for that one imperfectly perfect person? See the mistake here? The extreme craziness you feel when you’re victorious in love is the same extreme craziness you feel when you’re crashed. An advice? Don’t pull yourself down into that emotion.

There’s a lot more that the world can offer better than love. Explore them. Learn to control your feelings. Consider the what if’s and the worst possible scenario that could happen. On the other hand, if you become successful with it, don’t prioritize it. At such a young age, there are more important things to manage and put your attention to.

         To end this essay, I have one last thing to say. Remember this: The perfect kind of love comes in the perfect time. Think about it.