I've been thinking a lot lately and it's been a lot about "love" (especially today). I've written a few things, and I was typing one up and had mentioned love and how to prove if you're in love.
This topic irritates me. Love is great if you know what it actually is - but as divorce has become more acceptable, love has been thrown around like a football and no one knows what it is anymore. It's just another word and when people use it casually (except when saying it to family and close friends who are like family), I want to kick them in the shin.
Here is where I appear to be a hypocrite, but let me explain. My life is slightly pathetic and unlike the average person's. When I was 13, I had no life because I spent it playing games online and talking to people online. Then I got my first "boyfriend". He lived in Green Bay and as children do, we both hoped it would last a long time - if not forever. For an online relationship, it was pretty serious. We talked every day and when we couldn't, we had friends play messenger pigeons but they didn't really mind. I said I loved him. Maybe I did, but now that I'm older and went through other relationships (some online, some in real life), I ponder if I ever did.
There was, though, one guy I can say I did love. Why? I don't know. It was, of course, another online relationship and we were two of the same - except he was a cheater. Now that I'm older and have experienced more than my first relationship, I have a better, clearer idea of love.
Two people (same gender, or opposite) who can speak openly and honestly with each other about most - if not everything. They are best friends and can be themselves - whether that be mellow and relaxed or beyond eccentric. The feelings last more than two months, and more than likely get stronger, even if it feels like that's impossible. One cannot go a single day without thinking about the other and just the thought of them places a smile on his (her) face. When one looks into the future, that person is the only one they see. The feelings don't just "appear"; something might spark and begin to kindle, but it doesn't turn into a wild fire right away. Looks only matter to an extent but not enough to distract from the personality. Every moment spent with them (or talking to them) is one you'll try never to forget because it's more precious than any sum of money, etc. The thought of losing them sends one into a land of sorrow (which must immediately must be left to avoid unintentional words or actions). That person is the one one cannot live without. Even the fights and arguments make one's feelings stronger toward the person. No amount of distance could separate the two. The person is ones literal idea of perfect - flaws and all.