Everyone around me is going on about their sweethearts and how much they are in love. I'm having a hard time getting myself into the spirit. Today is just another day for me... in fact, it has been since high school. The last time I got worked up about Valentine's Day I was a senior.
But this time of year does make me think about love a lot. What is it? How do we know we have it? Why do we lose it? Can we ever get it back?
Here's what I have come up with. Love is something that only I can know if I have it. I feel it for ice cream, my best friend, my dog, my fuzzy blankets and the guy who was my first. It doesn't just go away because those people or things aren't around or don't feel the same way about me and it can cling to me for decades. It is the most painful and wonderful feeling I have experienced. I don't think I have ever lost my love for someone or thing, but to stop hurting, I have pushed it away. By pushing it away I also think I prevent myself from getting it back.
There is still so much I have to learn about love, and life. Maybe some day I will figure it out