An Anthology Of Me

Young Love

I remember when I was younger, there was this girl my friend introduced me to.

She was pretty without a doubt, fair skinned, long black hair, and beautiful brown eyes. Her beauty was simple, yet she had a kind of elegant air around her.

We were freshmen in college but even the seniors had already heard about her.

I personally felt indifferent at the time, to me she was just another popular girl, there's always one at every school.

My friend and her got close and he would invite me to hang out with them from time to time. I enjoyed it, it refreshing to talk to new people, given that my group of friends wasn't particularly diverse before college.

One day I ran into her on my way home and since we were headed the same way, we decided to go home together.

I realized we had never really been alone before since we we're always accompanied by my and her friend.

But it wasn't that big of a deal so I just acted like I usually do.

We talked, we laughed, just like we always did, but something felt different.

Her smile seemed brighter, her laugh made me giddy, it was if everything she did or said was so cute and made me smile. Even when we had parted ways and I got home, I still remembered our commute home together, her smile, her voice, her laughter. I just couldn't stop thinking about her.

I wanted to spend more time with her, to talk with her, even though when we hung out we didn't really talk much. I wanted to see her, she made me feel happy.

I was in love with her.

I wanted to tell her, I wanted to show her.

I wanted to know how she felt too.

I gathered all the courage I could, and after days, maybe weeks of pacing around, thinking how to do it, and talking to myself in the mirror. I was ready as I could be.

So when we were just hanging out in the library, she had asked me to help her with some homework. Her friend had something to do so it was just the two of us today.

I figured this was my chance. It was glamorous or fantasy-like, definitely nothing like in the stories but it doesn't have to be right?

In the middle of the debate going on in my mind, out of the blue she suddenly asked me.

"How would you define love?"

"What?"

"How would you describe it?"

"How would I define love?"

"Yeah."

She looked at me with wide eyes, just staring at me and her head slightly tilted just waiting for my reply.

Calm down it's just a normal question, there's no meaning behind it... but what if there is? Now is not the tine!

"Well... love is when you think if someone all the time, when you can't get them out of your mind."

"Is that it?"

"Ummm..."

Is there anything else? How do I define love? Why is this so hard?

"Also... They make you really happy?"

"Hmmm... okay. Oh, hey I gotta go, I have class in a bit. Thanks for your help with the homework."

"Yeah, no problem."

I watched her walk away and head out of the library, and as soon as she walked out the door, I placed my arms on the table and buried my face into them and let out a sigh.

"What was that?"

That was so lame, how could I say something so stupid.

But after taking a bit to think about what happened, I raised my head from the table, I adjusted myself on the seat to sit up properly.

Then I tilted my head back and looked at the ceiling.

"How would I define love?"

I always thought love was so simple that it's just a gut feeling, but what if it's so much more than that. More than what they show on tv and in the movies.

How do you define love?

What does it really mean to love someone?

What makes a good relationship?

How do you know if someone is "The One"?

Thinking back on it now...

I was really a stupid kid.

But now I'm older, I've met more people, and done more things. The answer is much more clear than it once was.