I know that I am supposed to write about love and growing up. I know that is the intent of and the expectation for this blog. I think though, that sometimes, love is that subtle thing that builds within a person until bursting into reality.
Sometimes, love is not about timing. Sometimes, love is not about forgiveness and sometimes love is not the belief inside every teenager of one chance at something real. Sometimes, love is about sending gluten-free waffles to India and telling all of your friends that it is "what a real friend would do." And sometimes, love is sending a silly text message to break the proverbial ice, then getting your heartbroken when you do not receive a reply.
What remains about love is that it is always about yourself first, because lets face it, after a pint of ben and jerrys or a little too much halloween candy... the only one who is really going to want to lay next to you is either yourself, or that one person in your life. The one that held your hand as you both climbed a mountain (proverbial or actual) and yelled from the top, for the first time, I do, love you.
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