Love

I don't know why, but I like my midyear's essay very much. :) So, I'm flaunting it.. haha.. I'm sorry in advance.

Love by sarahgalaksi :)

Here, I am sitting here in my class, thinking, what is love? I have heard million of stories, watched thousand of movies and read hundreds of books about love. Here, I am still in doubt about love.
Love in all Disney Princess movies, they are all live happily ever after. I don’t know if love does exist. Call me a pessimist, but I haven’t really felt or even saw the true love in a long time. From my point of view, puppy love is not real, marriages will be broken and families will be torn apart. Nowadays, the mother kills the baby even if he or she is not born yet. Where is the love that everyone talking about in centuries?
In William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, Juliet poisoned herself just to be with Romeo in the next life. What if there is no “the next life”? What if Romeo was not really in love with Juliet? My words are harsh, heartless, but I guess I have to know how love felt before I judge the famous couple.
There is a quote, “ Love is like a friendship on fire.” I partly agree with that quote. It is the only love quote that I accept. If you see, love is built with a connection from one to another. Love needs communication. Love needs trust. Love needs companion. Love is like a bridge. You have to build it to get to the other side.
If we look up high on love, why there is still war between countries? Even war between siblings. Like The Beatles said, “all you need is love!” I didn’t believe it. If love is everything, then love should be enough. A husband should have not cheated on his wife with another woman. If it is in Tiger Wood’s case, many women.
Yes, I admit I am a realist. Love is not really my forte. But I wanted to experience love also. I am not that inhuman to do not want love or anti-love. I have read somewhere; a child said that he thinks about love. “ Love is like the little old lady and the little old man still talking to each other even though he already knows everything about her.” I want to feel that. I want a man who will never get bored with me. I want someone to listen to me with everyone I wanted to say, to hear all my crazy thoughts or even make that crazy thoughts come true. I want someone who will love me for who I am.
In my hard covered heart, there is jelly. It needs a man, someone to break the cover. When I was little, I went to a wedding ceremony. Many people came but my eyes always on the bride. She was wearing a white kebaya. The dress sparkled. I remembered the groom looking at her most lovingly as possible. He kissed her forehead in the sweetest way. Even the bride looked away, the groom looked at her adoringly. In moments like that, I believe love exist.
Love is respect. Love is passion. Love is a desire. Love is a commitment. Commitment is what I am afraid of love. I am not used to being rejected. Commitment is to be faithful to just one person. You will feel rejected, ignored by the one person that you love but at the end, that person is the one who makes your life worth while and takes you to cloud nine.
You may call me a pessimist but I am actually a realist. I am also an optimist but nobody encouraged me to do so. Overall, I am an abstract. I don't know what I really feel about love. It is either I love "love" or hate "love". I guess I am both. Love is very hard work and I am not ready yet. Love is a journey, enjoy it. Love is a magical, cherish it. Here, I am sitting in my class, thinking, what is love?