LOVE TALK

Love’s a four-letter word I’m sure all of you are aware of. Maybe you haven’t felt the true meaning, but you must have heard it once in your life, and there definitely is no answer to the question “what is love?” My Webster dictionary says that love is an intense affection for another person based on personal feelings or family. Love is a relative term. It means different things to different people.

What I personally think is that if you love someone because of his eyes, lips or face, it’s not love — it’s lust. If it is because she cries every time you go away, it’s not love it’s pity. If she or he makes you forget to study and sleep, it’s not love it’s infatuation. Love is when you don't know why you seem to be attracted to a person. It has its own reasons.

If I love someone, I would be addicted to him, watching him smile, laughing with him loudly, always trying to be with him, talk to him, telling him everything and knowing and wanting to know more and more about him I would secretly see him with my eyes. I would look for irrelevant reasons to text him and wait for his reply even if I know he would not want to do that. I’d want to make him realize he is special for me, If I am down for some reason his few words would make me laugh and happier than those of other friends trying to cheer me up. I would go to mad when he tells me he has a crush on a classmate. His stupid joke would make me laugh more than the best comedy show. Even if he is lying I would buy all his lies because those words came out of his mouth.

However: if I love someone — for example a close friend of mine and he does not feel the same for me as I do for him — I would never ever have the courage to let him know about my feelings. That is because of the fear of losing the friend I have in him, losing him altogether. BREAKUP is a word I would never want to have in my love story; the worst part of losing love is to get back to life. When you lose love, you lose life. If a person ditches you in a relationship and you can’t yet hate him, you realize that the memories are worth the pain. You feel extremely ridiculous when they say, “when you lose something, you gain something.”

I would like to conclude this article with a quote I love, it says: “IN THE ARITHAMETIC OF LOVE, ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS EVERYTHING AND TWO MINUS ONE EQUALS NOTHING"

Have you ever been in a relationsip before? If you have, then for how long? I remember years ago when I was in a relationship it didn’t last long because my boyfriend cheated on me more than twice. Guess what? After taking him back each time, I realized that he was taking advantage of me. I decided to cheat on him so he could see how it felt. The first time he cheated on me, my friends told me to dump him but I didn't listen. So girls out there, know that MEN ARE ALL THE SAME. There's no point in starting a relationship with the man you think you’re in love with for the sake of being in one. I’m single and enjoyiong every minute.

He was in the same class as my best friend, so I would go there every day at lunchtime to see my friend. Then one day he told me how much he loved me, and from then on, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We’ve been dating from when I was 15 and he was 16. Now I’m 18 and I found out that he had been cheating on me. So I asked him about it and he admitted, then asked me to forgive him. I forgave him because I love him, but I just couldn’t forget. We dated for about a month after that, but then I stopped calling him and he had also stopped calling me. Now he has been posting things like “I love her and I know she loves me as well, what went wrong?” I love him dearly and I know he loves me too, but I just can’t carry on with him, we are now like best friends.. :)

Being an only child as a teenager I was very lonely, and after I became sexually active I wanted a child — but I was 14!! No matter what anyone said, I was convinced that’s what I needed in my life. Thankfully my dad had a talk with me and explained that although it might have been what I thought was best for me, it was unfair to bring a child into the world that I could not adequately take care of. When I turned 17 I met my fiancé, and when I was 20 I had my beautiful little girl. I felt good…’cause I was ready.