Love is something we are all in at least one time or another in our life. There are many different meanings for the word love and many people interpret it differently.
I would never call myself an expert on this matter. First of all, I’m only nineteen. However, for some reasons, my friends always turn to me for relationship advice. Maybe I’m good at giving advice or maybe I’m just good at making stuff up, but either way, my friends usually rely on me to tell them when they should keep trying in a relationship, start over again, or just give up.
I was reflecting on my own romantic experiences, I ended up writing this one. I believe that everybody has their own love stories to tell and so do I…
When I love someone, I care not only about him as a person but also about his well being. When he is hurt, I feel hurt. And when he is in pain, I also feel pain. His physical and emotional problems are not only his, but they are mine as well. For me, to be in love means to care about that person so deeply that my life would not be complete without him.
However, there came a time when I confused happiness with actually being in love. I once caught myself all wrapped up in a boy that I forgot what was the most important thing - me. I forgot about pleasing myself and making myself happy because the whole time, I was constantly doing things to please him. He claimed he liked me and was happy with my company, but in reality, I believe he was just in love with the idea of what I could do for him to make him happy. I did not get my happy ending by the way. He never became mine and never really was. I thought I was so in love that I could never find somebody who can make me feel the way that person made me feel. I was really devastated for sometime but came to find out months later, I was not in love to begin with.
Truly, after every heart break, there will be someone new. Yes, I fell in love with this