Love is the one thing that will always have us: it's good, it's bad, it's neither here nor there. As much as we may try to understand it, we are always assured that we never will.
Lately, the complexity of the simple four-letter word has been everywhere. Whether it's the new Twilight movie telling me that you can love more than one person at once, or friends attempting to convince me that you never get over your first love, I tend to get a little skeptical about the basis of it all. I know the idea of it is there, I know that it exists, but what about when it goes wrong?
Do people really love more than one person at once? Does everyone always hold a 'special place' for their first love? Or worst of everything I've heard lately, do you really never get over anyone?
I think that it is situations and ideas like these that make the idea of love complicated, not the actual love itself. When love is love, it's nice. But what about when you decide to add the side order of drama? The complicated-ness? What happened to good, clean fun, and why is everything so complicated????
And do you really not get over anyone? Ever? Eeeek.
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