"They didn't agree on much, infact they rarely agreed on anything. They fought all the time, and they challenged each other everday, but despite their differences, they had one important thing in common, they were crazy about each other."
-The Notebook
What is love? Love is everything. & since love really revolves around everyone’s lives at all times, and I’m human of course, well then I’m obviously under the spell too! Yes, I said it, you're not alone. Love can mean so many things, you love your mom, your dog, your favorite pair of pumps, pizza, but then.. there is him, that one boy that heartbreak after heartbreak you just can't keep away, the only one who can make you laugh while you're sobbing & have all your boogers bubbling (don't laugh, I know it happens to you too), the one who "sweeps you off your feet" literally like drains you to the point where you feel like if you argue another second you are going to collapse off the face of this planet, even though the world is round and all, but at that point you don't even think logically, the one who makes you meet the unpleasant, psychotic, bipolar side of you, who you can't stand to be a second around, let alone, a second without, the one you crave when you're having a horrible day at work, and yet the only one who ever understands exactly how you feel even if you haven't said a word, the one who is so imperfect but perfectly yours, (yada-yada-yada, when talking about love you can't help but sound cliché & corny, cut me some slack.) the one who shows you the side of love you have waited so patiently for ever since you were a little gal' & re-played the scene where you would meet your prince charming over and over again in your head; walking your dog through the park, at a wedding, or maybe you'd be high school sweet-hearts, and stumble over him while dropping your books & making that breath-taking eye contact, or yes, of course that family party that was arranged just for the two of you to meet, but then you find yourself at a nightclub, sipping away your sorrows of not having yet met him, while kissing the luscious black label scented lips of the ONLY man you'd swear you would never, ever, hook up with, during a casual conversation with your cousin. Reality hits, as you're on your way back to his apartment explaining to him between make-out sessions that you "never do this" for the sake of your reputation, while looking at him with one eye open due to the level of intoxication and wondering "is that really who has been shoving his tongue down my throat all night?" yes, that's him. & 2 years and 5 months later, that is the one I look at, still with one eye open every single morning, & not due to intoxication, but due to the fact that I'm sleep deprived because I stayed up all night making love. Of course things haven't been fairy-tale perfect, and I’ve had the chance to run, plenty of times, but something keeps me here, and rather than questioning fate, it's gone much smoother just accepting today, while forgetting yesterday, and not worrying about tomorrow. Yes, it's true, we are like your typical point and laugh couple, because one weekend we're in love on "social networks" and the next we are at your local club, on different sides, making eye contact every which way possible. Uhuh.. the one I so often talked smack about, "who him? I don't love him.. he's dating who? ha, I can care less" yet running to my iPhone & logging on to my mom’s face book to see the new pictures and having my heart drop.. while choking out the words "I’m happy for him." But after every single bump along the way, he's the love of my life & there is nowhere else in the world I’d rather be than waking up to him every single day. I encourage every little girl to dream, but also to understand when it isn't always rainbows and butterflies, because in reality, the most un-perfect love stories are the deepest and realist. & love, only means what you want it to mean. But when do you know it's real, unconditional, love? To me love only means one thing; Michael Andres Gonzalez <3
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