Love. Breathlessly.

Blogspot! I have not forsaken you for Tumblr completely. I really can't write on there anyway.

So tonight's thoughts: LOVE.

What the fuck.

is.

that.

I'm going to be completely honest and just stream my consciousness here.

My grandma loves to work and she's staying home and doing puzzles to help my grandpa. I feel like that is love. I wonder if I'll ever be old, and if I am, if someone will love me when I have wrinkles and I can't walk and if I'll do that for them too.

But then I go and watch 500 days of Summer. Which feels slightly more like my life. Confusion as to what label to put on things, being scared and obsessed, and oddly happy. Wondering if there is one, fate, ladida. And never being able to let someone in completely, or be let in. Young and...free? Sure...

And then my friends with their instant coffee love lives. I am happy for them. Their comfort and girly smiles. But I just don't work that way. I am disillusioned and I can't find a balance between puppeteer and doll on a string.

I don't know what love is. It's not like you could put a picture of a young couple next to the dictionary definition. Then you would miss the humble love of years, two women laughing in the sand, or a husband trudging through snow for 10 miles to find a deal on a Mac for his wife.

Oh the human experience. I guess I will appreciate this period of mine. Breathlessly.