I’m in love with the idea of being in love. This sounds rather odd and I don’t think I’m able to put into words what I actually mean by that. LOVE. Songs, books, movies, poems, everything seems to be having some sort of affair with love. If you think about it, our whole life revolves around love. Yet, it is this intangible matter that we somehow are never able to grasp. Some of us spend our whole lives looking for love or something in that matter and are never able to find that one person they’re willing to spend the rest of their life with. Some didn’t even start looking for it, it was something that was right in front of them.
Maybe I’m even more in love with the thought of someone else loving me. The fact that someone would do anything just to be with you and to talk to you, sounds like magic to me. I haven’t been able to find that kind of love yet. But for now, I think I’ll stop looking. Because I have heard that when you start looking for something, you’re never going to find it.