Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

I wonder what it's like.

Some people think of teen love and their reaction is to smile. After all, there exists this idea that it's not real--the most one can feel at a young age is deemed 'puppy love'. To such people I wonder where their memories have gone. Did they fade that much over time? I even find myself now taking on the opinion that I once hated in my younger years--the idea that youth cannot comprehend the complexity that is love. But...wait...can I no longer recall the realities of my first love? Sure, it didn't last, nor was it expected to--but does that make it any less real?

This brings me to the idea of 'adult love'--the equivalence of quote unquote real love. But look around us, the divorce rates are high so who is to say that adult love is meant to last? Does it make it any less real because it doesn't?

All love is very real--very powerful. Teen love is a time in our lives that our joys and our pains are felt perhaps stronger than any other time in our life. We experience turmoils as we learn to grow up. What is the difference? A teen will where their heart on their sleeve, and hope for the best--while an adult will forever stayed guarded. I hope to find the balance of the two.

Who among us, can truly say they forgot their first love?

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