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  • I know, I know. I'm a little young to be writing something like this. But I've been through enough to have developed a basic understanding of the concept.

    Love is complicated. Boy, do I know that. I've learned first hand that love is not something taken lightly. It shouldn't be rushed into. It should never be forced. Just because you're into somebody, just because they're into you, it's not love. Not at first.

    I'm not a believer in love at first sight. I believe that you can look into someone's eyes and see an instant connection. You want to learn everything you can about this person. Maybe it's her smile. Maybe her personality. There's something that draws you in.

    Love is created through exposure to extreme affection over time. Sometimes it's easier to find. Sometimes it's almost immediately present. Maybe it's there but you can't recognize it. Love is a different process for every person and relationship. My first girlfriend flat out said she loved me when she asked me out. And I went with it. It was forced. Eventually, it adapted into real love. But everything about our relationship seemed forced. Our first kiss. Our dates. Everything. Looking back, I'm not surprised that it ended the way it did.

    I wasn't looking for love after that. Honestly, I was done with girls for awhile. Drama is not something I like to deal with and I'd had endure a lot of it in that year I spent with Anna. But here was someone who knew what I was going through. Someone who'd felt my heartache and was immediately there to help me. A true friend. I didn't stand a chance quite frankly.

    I was afraid to fall in love again. I tried to take things slow. I didn't want it to be like before. And so far, it's been infinitely better. Our first kiss wasn't planned. I wasn't expecting it. It just happened. And it was amazing. However, I was a little uneasy. I was only sure of two things: I really liked this girl and she really liked me. A few weeks later, we'd grown close enough to the point where I was convinced I was in love. I didn't want to say it though. I afraid I was just forcing it again.

    But then the best thing in the world happened to me. Without me asking. Without any indication before hand. She naturally told me she loved me. An enormous weight was lifted off my shoulders and I knew that this relationship was gonna last a while. And I'm enjoying every second of it.
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