The art of

The Art of Love

The Art of Love

People throw the word love around a lot... like almost on a daily basis... I mean I don't blame them... I used to think the exact same way. The thing is I didn't know there is different types of love...I mean I'm a seventeen-year-old who is just figuring it out. I knew there was love the main definition, which is having deep affection toward someone. I didn't know that love is also staying up til 4 in the morning wondering what hell you did wrong or how the fuck you ended up in this much pain. Knowing you couldn't do anything to stop them from hurting you. Maybe love is being hurt by someone you love. Maybe it's being abused and hurt but taking it because you think you deserve it. Love is someone who uses you and hurts you but doesn't let you with anyone else. Love could be someone who uses you for sex or getting what they want from you like free food, free drinks, free tickets but main cases are when people love you in bed and only in bed. Love is being used for the others benefit. Ever thought that love is where someone lies just because they are lonely or can't get the person they want. The type of love everyone comes in counter with, the one that hurts you and gives you trust issues when you're a teen.  My Favorite kind of love is the where the person care about you and your well-being. The person to cure your broken heart and pain with one touch. The type who loves you and I mean actually by definition loves you for who you are. Who admires you when you laugh so hard you snort your lungs out. The one who admires you when you drool and snore in your sleep. The people who is still there rubbing your back and loving you when you're ready to kill yourself. Th one person who will love you till you remember and love yourself again. Then again with all the loves I have in countered the last one might be a fairy-tale but my kid self is telling me that this might happen. I may be a seventeen-year-old who has trust issues but I still am I young person who still has a little hope left. 

-OM