#saythatyouloveme

My top news feed on Facebook was so sad this morning. Young love strikes again.

It's terrible when a high school couple that is slightly less dysfunctional than the next one breaks up-- cuz you know someone, if not both people, is hurting. But in high school, breaking up is a given, is it not? So why do we go through it? I don't even have an answer as to why I put myself through it, ha.

Most people my age persist on not knowing what love is. To some extent, they are correct, because we still have an abundance to learn; but I don't think there is a right or wrong answer to what love is. Love is whatever we can perceive and believe it to be, because we'll call it that anyway.

Although I do not believe there to be a universal answer to what love is, I have witnessed a number of blatant abuses and misunderstandings.

I mediate and observe a lot of destructive cycles. There are so many girls who think they need boyfriends to demonstrate their womanhood. They tolerate a variety of things that love will never be, and should never be mistaken as. And often times they jump out of one bad relationship, right on into the next one, where they will tolerate the same things and cover it up as "love". I'm familiar with boys who conduct the same two month relationships, every three months like clockwork, and hurt so many people in between. But somehow, the person they cut the deepest is themselves. I've seen people (of both genders) become completely disillusioned simply by giving their heart away when it ought to have been hidden in a safer place.

I've seen some beautiful examples, too, where teen love is on the verge of becoming adult love. Those kind of things are just unfortunately less common.

I've maintained the notion that love is like fire. It's warm and comforting and something we all can enjoy when it's under our control. But at some point the fire starts to control you, and big fires just aren't fun anymore. Big fires are dangerous. And if you don't figure out how to take control again, you could possibly lose everything you have-- starting with your mind. But big fires are still warm; and stepping away from them can leave you freezing. That big, destructive fire was once something enjoyable, so how do you walk away? On the contrary, a fire can be lit and put out so effortlessly. But no one ever thoroughly understands the mechanics of fire, do they? I could very well expand on this until infinity.

So where do I stand in all of this? Oh, I'm just standing, lol. I've decided not to put myself through it again for a very long time, but I won't forget the time I did. And I won't remember it with bitterness. He'll probably always be "the one who got away". You know-- the one who opened my eyes to a whole new everything. The one who was exposed to more of who I am than any other person. But thats a different story: almost not worth telling. Shoutouts, for changing my life, though.

I'm such a silly girl. I believe in things like forever. I've conditioned myself to desire only something real. But the realest kind of love I've found is from Jesus Christ, and I'm trusting Him to deliver "the one who will stay" in His time.