It's patient, and so am I

It makes the world go round, and time stand still.
It makes hearts pound, and voices shaky.
It brings out the best, and exposes the worst.
It’s love. It’s love. It’s love. It’s la la la la la la.

Girls think it’s cute, guys say it’s alright. But can we really put a definition on love? I don’t think so.

Love feels different all the time with different people, which makes it too complex and flexible to define.

You love your mom. Even if you hate your mom, you still love your mom. ( I know I love your mom.) But everyone loves their mom a different way. So we can’t even define a “mother’s love.”

I love my mom. I love my dad. I love my brothers, and everyone in my family. I love all my friends. I love some people I don’t even know. And every one of those loves feels different. I consider myself a loving person and can find something good about someone to love, no matter who they are.

Don’t even get me started on girlfriends…or even ex-girlfriends. (Ok, get me started if you want.) Every girlfriend feels different…in a loving way. Some love is rough, some is so easy, and some you can’t get enough of. But it’s all good enough to stay with someone.

Which is why some people are “blinded” by their love. They love something about someone so much that they ignore the bad parts about that person. That’s why you see couples yelling at each other in the grocery store, or a really cute girl with a butt ugly dude. There’s something so good about that person that they get over their choice of cereal…or their face.

But what happens to that love that is misplaced? A love for a friend that is usually for a mate, or you love your roommate like your brother or sister. This gets confusing. ESPECIALLY, when you aren’t getting that love back.

After some time on Wikipedia, I learned that this is called “unrequited love.” Guys probably are more familiar with this than girls. You see that girl and you say, “She’s the one.” I’m guilty. Maybe even currently. But I’m not embarrassed by it. It’s part of the love spectrum.
This guy sure as heck isn’t embarrassed either.

Then there’s this whole getting married thing. And I have to say, I’ve talked about this before in my Myspace blog. But some things are worth repeating.

I’m at that age where everyone around me is getting engaged, and married, and pregnant. And I still can’t do anything but feel left behind. But should I be down on myself for waiting for it to be perfect? If it’s the kind of love that lasts forever, what’s another couple of years?

There’s not enough room in the world to talk about this. But I strongly encourage you to reply to me about this. I’ve gotten more e-mails than expected about my topics, so feel free to let me know what you want to hear, and what you think. I love you.

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