Philosophizing love as a sixteen year old

So a couple years back I wrote about love. I don't really have much to spill tonight since I'm a bit preoccupied with thoughts I don't care enough about to explain. I'll just leave you with this: "Don't cut flowers. Flowers are the sex organs of plants. Who wants to castrated sex organs?"

"Love can be shown in many different forms. Staring at someone to see if they make the slightest indication that acknowledges your presence. Laying in bed with your dog sleeping on your chest, holding the hand of one of your siblings as you cross the street or maybe just the simple idea of it being expressed willingly about how enthusiastic you are about something. I can tell when people are in love. When they absolutely develop a dependency for each other and without one another seems like torture. When only one is in love things are a bit more complicated. I shall use myself as a reference. The most I've ever felt in love was in a day when I thought I knew no sorrows. Every time she moved it was like watching a masterpiece of art being made in the time-span of 5 seconds. Every time she talked I listened even if I was not included in the engaging conversation. However, she knew how to bring my attention to only her out of all the people chit-chatting and messing about surrounding us. I would love to dream because every time she would be in them and it drove me crazy just trying to contemplate what they could mean. I would always wonder how she felt when I wasn't around her. I wanted to hold her, for her to be mine and mine only. As I mentioned before, I was the only one in love. As soon as I expressed my feelings for her she thought of it as a bad thing since she knew in her heart the same feelings were not reserved for me. They were for another. So jealousy consumed me, but I accepted this fact that she simply could never feel the way I felt about her. It was a bitter time after my heart broke like glass does when it hits the ground. I still have not forgotten about how much I loved her. I would've gave her the world if I could. Seem as though if I offered it back then she never would've taken me up on it anyway. Maybe it was not love at all. Maybe I have never truly felt it since the only thing that makes sense is that I lusted her. My endeavors to show her my affection probably furthered her detest for me since I seemed to have a great persistence for trying to win her heart. I was blindly in love possibly.That's where most of us make our mistakes though. It is only one of us who loves and the other one does not love back. I learned that I can't make someone forcibly love me just because I love them.They must be interested beforehand instead of myself sporadically putting on a display of my adoration towards her. The one thing that did benefit me is coming out a little more sensible about how to handle things and I might not have ever of gotten that if it wasn't for this." - August 27, 2006

"Generally people should have a optimistic view of things. The only negativity that comes out of everyone's life is a loss and grieving over it. Life is tough, but you are suppose to fall, crawl and get back up again. If you stay down you aren't appreciating the gift you were given. Life is suppose to have its fair share of bumps and twists, but it's also suppose to have its delights. Love is one of them. To love another is to care for someone so much that it would cause you pain to see them in pain. It would make your heart race every time a moment of tenderness rose out of your heart and you took that one step closer to grace the lips of the person waiting to kiss you back. I'm not too great at romanticizing, but that's basically a couple examples of love. I think people should appreciate life and learn to accept that the world isn't such a bad place from where you are now. When I think about a woman, I think about her down to the last detail. Her eyes. Her lips.Her hair. A woman is like a gift. You can wrap her up in nice clothes, doll her up with make up, but what's inside really is mind blowing, not the exterior. It's their power of love. It takes control of the mind, the body, and the soul of a man. It engulfs us in a feeling that keeps our chin's up and someone always on our mind. It drives us to the extraordinary things. Good or bad. Love at first sight is made up. If you believed in that you would never stop looking. If you think you are in love because you think someone is good looking, you have a few issues to deal with before you actually know what love is. Love is about feeling a connection that is so strong and unique that to not deal with it accordingly would just make you feel like you are denying yourself one of the grandest things in life that actually changes how you feel, think, and see things. A delusional exaggeration of this feeling to teenagers these days is liking someone. Liking is not the same as loving. People tend to forget that. There is a big difference. Love doesn't bring disappointment like liking does, it brings resentment because you wonder what you did wrong if it didn't work out for one of the partners. It's complex and we'll never fully understand why love doesn't work between some people but when it does it blossoms into something beautiful. That's why when you are in love you cherish your moments on earth because you know that no matter what this person is always going to remain around you either in your heart or actually there wherever you go." - August 26, 2006