
"The best it's ever been for me"
"Things are really finally starting to go my way"
"I LOVE LOVE LOVE him!!!!!"
But there its is that word. That word that we say so openly, too openly? Is love really something you can just give away like connfetti? can I honestly tell myself that at the age of 16, in my second serious relationship with a guy i've been going out with for nearly 3 months, who can wind me up to the point of explosion and then make me go all gooey and smiley and giddy and girly in the space of 1 text that I, Iona Anderson MacMillan am in love?
Don't get me wrong, he is an awesome guy and I "love" him to pieces. I think about him constantly and when I do I get a silly grin on my face (like even while writing this and thinking about his loveliness I've got that silly,goofy grin on my face!) But we had a pretty majour fall out at the weekend and then again tonight (Tuesday) and it's just made me think, are we in love?
From about 2 weeks after declaring ourselves officially bf and gf we'd told eachother that we loved one an other and the only arguments we had were over who "loved" who the most.But was it too soon to tell eachother this? can we know love at our age? Or do we just mistake it for other things like fancying, or shagability or that horrible word "crush." Can puppy love be simply love in a diffferent form? Or is puppy love pretend love? I keep asking myself these questions but I can't get a straight answer. If you had asked me a year ago I would have said no way, at 16? No way you haven't had enough life experience to know what it is.
Now I think, how does anyone,17 or 70, know what it is? It's not a physical subject that the facts and theories can just be memorised and tested on to make sure you know it like maths or chemistry or RE. Surely to know what love is you must have had to be in love? but then how do you know when you're in love.? When you think of romance one of the obvious plays you think of is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. They would only have been 13/14 at the time yet there story is one of the greatest "love" stories ever written.
If love exists at all why is there so much hatered in the world??? How can a mother sit and watch her "lover" torture her own child so brutally and heartlessly that the 1 year old child died, alone, in agony in his own cot. That poor child never knew love. He knew hatered. Coldness. Torture.Loneliness. He knew pain like most adults have never felt. but never love. it's things like that that make me doubt if love does exist.
So do I love him? I can say it openly. I love him. In my head i think it's true. My heart doesn't have any thoughtwaves buy maybe if I listen real closely it can tell me....
Nope can't hear anything.
But hey! I'll find out sooner or later but for now we'll just have to take it 1 day at a time and see what happens. If we love eachother we'll get through the petty arguments and the important ones, if we're not the petty ones will destroy us.
thanks for reading my bletherings folk leave me a comments with your views on love and stuff.
