LoVe...RuLeS..??

I don't know enough about anything to preach to anyone, I don't have enough life experience to make assumptions about LOVE, about what it means and what it does to us. But i have caught on recently, to something. Through a series of painful realizations, it's started to make an odd sort of sense.... not real sense, but the crazy, uninhibited sort of sense that only love can make...I have realized that everything we make ourselves do, everything we put ourselves through, there's no reason for it. The things we say, the places we go to on dates, the hand holding, the little notes, we only do these things because that's all we know of love. That's what we've seen on television and read about in books. That's the kind of love that we've been taught, is real. But it's only action.... and actions might speak louder than words, but feeling means more than action. It's like a twisted game of rock-paper-scissors.


I know that these things often do accompany real love. Because if you're in love, you WANT to hold her hand. You want to smell her, you want her to hold you and tell you that you're perfect just the way you are. You want to kiss her and make her feel good. You want to listen to the music she listens to, just in the hopes that it will help you understand her better. You want to talk to her dog(if she has), talk sports with her dad. You want to know everything. You want to put her needs ahead of your own, and you want to do it all so that she KNOWS you love her. But doing it when you're legitimately in love isn't playing by the rules. because in love, there are no rules. No one to tell you that you're doing it wrong, not even yourself. Because to worry and not pick over the small things is to look back. and love means not looking back. Love means holding her, and being afraid. Because you could lose her at any moment, but that fear is what keeps you hanging on.... in love, anything goes, and that's okay. That's what is so beautiful about it.




Is love fear? I don't think so. But what do i know? My life isn't even a quarter of the way through, and i think about things like this? I think about a lot of things that scare me actually. What i loved about her was that she was my best friend. She didn't scare me, not until she left. And now looking at her, every time, it tears me up. I wonder where i went wrong. Which rules did i break? But i realized, recently, that the only rule i broke, was assuming that there were rules. Because there aren't. I realized too late, that in love, there are no rules.