It's so surprising how easily people use the word "love."
And it's even more surprising how easily people believe it.
That word doesn't mean, "like."
It doesn't mean, "you're cute."
It doesn't mean, "I want to hold your hand."
Love is not the same as infatuation.
Although those things are nice, they don't mean love.
Love is something so much more and it kills me how easily it is used.
I know there are different levels of love, after all, love grows.
But, this subject is so peculiar and just bothers me.
When I met my boyfriend, I talked to him everyday for four months before I really considered dating him. And then three more months before I even said "I love you." Now I know part of that is due to my personality, but still. Anyway, my close friends were complete jerks and just made it so difficult for me in several ways. It was just..soo much really awful and painful drama. One of them worried if he was "really right for me," and if he "really loved me." But I believe that was never really her real concern. :/ Now, this same girl is dating a boy that she has talked to for four or five days and has not met in person in years. She said he loves her and she loves him. And its just hard for me to accept. Especially when she made it so difficult for me to freely fall in love.
Now, part of me is shocked at her decision while the other part of me is disappointed in myself for not being able to completely let go. The fact that it's so easy for her to choose who to fall in love with get's under my skin. And it is just so pathetic of me to feel this way. I want to be able to support her. But maybe I shouldn't..after all, she definitely didn't support me.
- Mood:
Gloomy - Reading: I want soup! xD
My finger hurts. D;
Suffering
Jolly
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