one of the hardest parts about growing up is realizing that relationships are not as magical or as effortless that we, as children, so naively believed they were.
love is not all about red roses on valentine's day, or waltzing in an empty room to no music. it is not always comprised of sexy, passionate kisses in the rain, or romantic candlelit dinners.
love does not always equal that perfect, pristine wedding on the beach, no matter how much we wish it did.
no, sometimes love is broken dishes on the floor, and tempers so high they threaten to burst through the ceiling. it is not that prince charming or a snow white. it is loneliness echoing and aching deep inside your bones and it is the feeling of tears drying on your face like wax.
love is not disney. love is complicated. love is messy.
when i was younger, i believed that you could title a loved one. oh, she's his fiance. oh, they're boyfriend and girlfriend. oh, he's her husband. it is only now, as a teenager, that i realize this is not how love works. there is not a name to fit every relationship...
we keep convincing ourselves that our happiness lies on one set of lips, that our lives would be beachy if we just managed to receive one kiss, or one wedding, or one boyfriend. (Which in some cases, happiness does lie with one man. In my case that's Sky... Through and through...)
but love isn't about kisses or weddings or titles. (it gets harder- you better believe it!)
it's about how much you care, how long you will listen, how far you will go and to what lengths you will forgive.
the bottom line is, if you truly, deeply and honestly love someone, you will want them in your life, and you will do everything to keep them there.
~thegingergirl
This made me think about the idea that the youth of this nation are getting about relationships. How bleak is this opinion, and how depressing. I have found that my love, my happiness lies with one man. Although this youth things that it lies with many. Although friends are important, how great, to me... does a life sound with just MY Skyler. No one else's. I don't want to share, and I don't feel any woman should want to. I wish there was a way to talk to this young girl to know exactly what she thought. I have found my prince charming I hope she looks, and finds hers.
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