I just had the urge to write.
I always envisioned perfect love. Well, what I mean is the type of love stories that you hear about in the movies. For example, I imagined that I would meet a boy and it would seem like fate right away. The minute I saw him I would be instantly attracted and intrigued. I would think he was gorgeous and immediately want to get to know him. It would turn out that he would be my perfect match. He would be athletic, funny, smart of course, affectionate, and share my love for basketball. Then we would begin to date and our first kiss would be magical. I would not even be able to imagine myself with anyone else from that point on. Everything would be so romantic and perfect and we would live happily ever after.
Now I laugh at how things have turned out. When I first met Sean, I did not think too much of him. Well, it is not that I was not attracted to him, but I did not have many expectations. I figured that I would see what happened, but I would not take too much effort to push a relationship. We began to date and quickly fell in love. I used to think that there was a certain time it was supposed to take to fall in love, but love is not predictable.
After many experiences and much contemplation I realized that my old idea of "perfect love" was not very realistic. Love catches you so off guard and you may fall in love when you least expect it. Everything will not be perfect, and you may realize that your dreams were not exactly what you want. Love is often illogical and cannot be explained. When in love, nothing else matters. When in love, you may not know your future and the only thing that you hope for is that you will remain this happy the rest of your life. You want the rest of your life to start right away. You can only hope that things will remain this perfect and you will always have that person by your side as long as you live. Love is beautiful and unpredictable. It can be scary, but when you love someone you must embrace that feeling, because you never know how long it will last. You can only hope.
Sometimes doubts of love fill my mind. I think how I am only eighteen years old and have my whole life in front of me. I wonder if I were to stay with one person from now on if I were to ever regret it. But then I think about how happy I am and how I could not imagine it any differently. I will just take it day by day, week by week, month by month, and year by year. I just hope that this love lasts a very long time.
I am sorry that I do not write often, and it appears that when I do it is about Sean.