I find it funny how, everyday you’re surrounded by complete strangers, all of which have different dreams, thoughts, and problems. However, you never find out about any of these, simply because we’re scared to speak to people who are the same as us

Love is you

Girls standards of love is ridiculous Love to me is your sweet sweet smile. Its the blowing up of the phones when we know we are both busy. It’s the positive outlook you give me on life, how nothing is so bad and everything will be okay in the end. It’s picking each others nose. It’s the way we can’t stay mad at each other and end up just laughing at each other. It’s the fake cry you do when I don’t kiss you that makes me laugh so hard. It’s being a 100% comfortable around each other; peeing on the phone, sending ugly snap chats, acting like complete weirdos together, laughing so hard being on the verge of tears, staring at eachother making weird faces. It’s screaming for no reason and singing in the car: even though I always turn off the radio when you start singing, I just like hearing your voice. Love is the way you make me feel when you look at me; a way I’ve never felt before and I never will. It’s making each other better people and pushing each other to be better. It’s the indescribable feeling I get whenever I see you. It’s teasing each other and non stop laughing. It’s how we can say nothing and just look in each others and know exactly what the other is thinking. Oh my god it’s your eyes; a beautiful green blueish with yellow, that I can get lost in for hours. Love to me is your family I love your family and they raised you to be the wonderful person you are. Love is the crazy things we do together and the situations we get in but just laugh about it. Love is no matter how bad we may bicker at the end of the day it doesn’t matter cause we are both so crazy about eachother. Love is your hugs that I can feel your love and feel how much you really do care about me. It’s your smile, so genuine. A smile that shows me how happy you are and how happy it makes me that you are. Love to me is falling asleep nose to nose in the middle of a conversation. Its all your ticks and habits. It’s playing lacrosse in my back yard and tackling eachother. It’s cooking breakfast for dinner for my family. It’s hanging out with you and your friends. Love is the invincible feeling you give like I can do anything. It’s the constant reassurance you give me that everything will be okay. Love is what I feel when I’m with you. Love is how I fall more and more for you each day. Love is you.


You will fall in love with someone who annoys you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you. When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?

You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.

You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.

You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”

You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.

You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.

This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.

So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now