Love

My favorite word is Love. It's a beautiful word.

When I was younger, like seven, I would watch movies and read fairy tales and fantasize over my Happily Ever After. When I got older, I watched my sister in her relationships and quickly learned that Disney had lied and that no matter how good love was, I'd never get to have a story like Cinderella or Belle Or Ariel. I quickly grew sour towards the notion of love. Pinterest fed this by showing me quotes too. I remember one and to sum it up it basically said that God and the devil both created potions called "Love" one was beautiful and the other was abhorrent. Then I met a boy. I was 14 and in 8th grade. He made me feel seen and heard. Suddenly, the world was alive with so many colors I'd never seen before. The bird who woke me every morning, her song was gorgeous all of the sudden. The smell of flowers was stronger, more elegant. The world was beautiful and life was worth living. I met a boy and his name could have practically been Love for saying his name is the equivalent to hearing the most beautiful sounds in the world. His name could have been Love for seeing his face was better than witnessing the every color unknown to man. His name could have been Love for touching him for the first time set me on fire Even now, his touch still does something to me, his name still makes me smile, and the sight of him makes me want to cry with joy. It's no fairytale but even when I'm on the verge of tears, all I have to do is look at him and I'm fighting a smile. Love is my favorite word, unless I could choose his name.