The Love Book

Chapter 13

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 13

Life. Life is a horrible thing and I think that any human who is blessed with it should be put out of their misery. There's nothing good about life because it all comes crashing down at the end. And do you know what that's called? Reality. Fucking reality. Nothing is ever good in life. It's all just hidden behind some huge curtain. And one day you're just going to come across that huge curtain, and you're going to long for sunlight, for fresh air. And when you do open that damn curtain, you're not going to get kissed by the sunlight, you're not going to be embraced by the comforting arms known as air. You're going to be slapped by the ice cold wind, you're going to be pushed by confusing tornadoes. You're going to wake up from you're little unicorn baring dreams and realize that you can't shit butterflies. But then you realize that your are not a unicorn, because you still haven't earned your magical horn. Life doesn't work that way. You can't fly, because there will always be something holding you down. And I guess they call that something gravity.

Then there's this other horrible feature to life. Your soul, if you're blessed well enough to own one that is. The sad thing about your soul, is the fact that it will soon die out and be completely an utterly useless. Your eye, skin, or hair colour won't matter in a few years, because there won't be anybody to remember your features. There will not be any body to remember your laugh, or your smile, let alone the sounds you make in bed. I guess Augustus was right in fearing oblivion. I know I do. But then again, why do I? It's not like I want to be remembered by living souls. That's what those ancestor websites are for.

Soon enough the damn 'government' will have found a way to bring back lost ones so the world could be reunited. But who believes that bull? Technology has rotted our minds. Our lives feed off of it. It's used to make fucking food! Fake food that we eat. Who knew burgers and fries could be conjured up within magical seconds? I never did.

Our lives are going to soon come to an end. So do me a favor, and promise me that you'll never eat at a local McDonalds restaurant again, for the sake of our souls.

I logged out of the stupid debate page of my schools website and sighed. What kind of crap?

Life. It was pretty fucked up if you think about it like that.

Love. Love was, love. Something that I'm not good with.

Aiden or Ryan?

Come on Bri just pick one! It doesn't have to be debated thoroughly. It's just two boys. Two very sexy boys that have found their way into a little thing I call, my heart. They both have this amazing affect on me that can make me feel like I'm floating on air. It's love. Love is not something that you can find lying in a parking lot. That's why it's love.

Hell, what am I saying. Love is sick, twisted. It makes you lose your mind. It's almost like some sort of disease. Oh if only there were somewhere I could go to get away from this love. It's dangerous. It really is.

But what makes love? Lustful stares that hold so much emotion? Kisses an hugs that burn like fire in the end? Some petty relationship? All of those fake stories about happily ever afters. Go look for one real love story. Go find one. I bet you it's just a work of fiction.

Take The Notebook for example. Do you know how many times people have tried to make out in the rain and end up with hypothermia?

What about The Fault In Our Stars. Oh my, when Augustus was about to bang Hazel, I swear I thought she was going to die. Right then.

What I am trying to say, is that love is very dangerous. It can really hurt you. It can fuck you up so bad, you'll believe that you're already in hell. Not all love has the ability to last forever.