Snippets

Snippet #23

I idolize the love portrayed in moves, the love portrayed in books. The kind of love that never seems to die. The kind of love where all that one needs is the other and nothing more. The kind of love that leaves your heart racing and crying for more. The kind of love that leaves you speechless and makes you wish you were fictional.

But it's also the kind of love that leaves you empty. The kind of love that leaves you with unattainable standards. The kind of love that makes you question your entire being, "am I enough? Will anybody ever love me in this way? Am I worth something like this?" It's the kind of love that dies when the movie ends, or when you close the book to realize it was never real to begin with.

So no. I don't want love like the movies. I don't want love like the books. I want something real. Do I know what I mean by "something real"? No, I don't.

Because "real" changes with person. "Real" changes with situation. "Real" changes with how much you're willing to give to keep that person in your life. "Real" changes with the love in a person's heart. 

I don't know yet what my "real" is, or if I ever will find it in this lifetime. But whatever it may be, I know that it will be better than the movies or the books, because no fiction can ever come close to a "real."