Love

Love is strange.

Everyone's view on love is different.

The word "love" is thrown around a lot.

There are some things I love that I can talk about for a long time.

There are other things I love that have no explanation.

"I love this food."

"I love this game."

"I love this weather."

"I love him/her."

What do I love?

I love being able to laugh. It keeps me feeling alive.

Who do I love?

My friends. The fact that they're there for me despite myself having my own flaws and imperfections shows character, and I appreciate each of them individually.

...But who do I "love"?

As in... who do I see myself with?

Well, that's a little more complicated. I don't know.

I've been in relationships before, and they simply just don't work out.

There were those that I dated, and they didn't work out, and we haven't remained in contact at all.

And then there are those that I dated, and we still remain friends.

It's a very touchy subject. I wouldn't know where to begin and how to elaborate. So for now, I'll leave this subject alone.