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9. "Be In Love"

As of now I'm nearly an adult, 

And not once have I ever

Been in love. 

I've had crushes, certainly.

Who hasn't? 

Little kids blushing and giggling

When their "lover" passes them by, 

While grabbing their lunch pails 

For the acclaimed class after recess. 

But that isn't love: 

It's a glorified like

No, I'm speaking of love

A feeling that no young child can understand. 

Not fully at least.  

I do love my parents, 

And I love my little brother to pieces, 

But that isn't the love I'm talking about. 

Maternal, paternal, sibling love 

Are all so important.

Yet another love lingers, 

One I long for nowadays. 

How can I describe it? 

I guess I could name it "romantic" love, 

And in a denotative sense 

I would be correct. 

Though... 

"Romance" has lost it's meaning

Over these past few decades. 

Romance is seen as 

Fantastic!

Spectacular! 

Glamorous! 

And just overall  

Perfect! 

The partners agree, 

They never argue, 

And the...satisfaction is quite good. 

Ugh!

But it's so wrong! 

That's not what love is! 

It boggles my mind that people think 

This is what they're looking for! 

That this is what they need! 

Love isn't this show that we seem to expect. 

There's no performance in it for us. 

Love is not glamorous

It is not always spectacular

And it is so SO imperfect

Why do we expect people to be someone

That not one human on earth can be? 

And we can't even be it ourselves! 

Love

Love... 

It's so much more than that. 

I don't care what you believe: 

Who we are, 

How we came to be. 

It doesn't matter. 

Love is something that we cannot create in a lab.

Surely we can induce the side effects,

But we cannot make love

I have faith that for everyone who is looking

There is someone out there 

That they are meant to be with

For the rest of their lives.

And that no matter the hardships,

The arguments, 

The dissatisfaction, 

The bumps in the road, 

The mistakes that were made, 

That... 

They can still find it in themselves to stay together,

To serve one another, 

To keep on loving each other. 

Just as they were destined 

Since the beginning of time. 

That is love. 

It isn't a feeling. 

Feelings are so fleeting, 

They come and go as the seasons. 

Even quicker in fact. 

To base ones lover upon happiness 

Is foolish. 

It only hurts both ways. 

Happiness is not love, 

But love can certainly bring happiness

Like I said before, 

Love is so much more. 

It is more a state of being

Dare I say. 

It means that despite being unhappy every once in a while, 

You will still love

Treat the other as of more importance, 

Like a servant would to royalty. 

It's funny how that works... 

Because it must go both ways to prevail. 

I cannot relay in detail how to love,

But must I? 

Is that really something I have to explain? 

This is why I love humanity.

We can know these unique things

That we cannot teach or explain. 

Love is not what we are taught by society,

Because what society teaches is a facade. 

It's fake, and cannot happen like they say. 

I think that is why I have never loved this way. 

I'm waiting to be in love, 

Not to feel it. 

I'm not worried, though; 

I have the patience to wait. 

I'm sorry, I don't mean to harp or offend. 

Just...think about what I am saying. 

Please.  

That's all I ask. 

Because maybe if we look for love 

As it was meant to be sought...  

Perhaps the world would be a happier place... 

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