A Thought on Love

A Story by LovelessWriter

a teenage girl's views on love, soul mates, and the world

People are so selfish. Or perhaps that’s my own personal view on things. Perhaps the blinding aura that burns bright with arrogance, ignorance, and narcissism only abstracts my eyes. Although how could it not? I am able to look around my campus and see the undeniable, inhumane acts of my peers so clearly, while others see nothing but the formalities of a typical day. A girl with an abundance of boyfriends, while said boys are oblivious to their own manipulation, a boy with lust and desire in his eyes while the girl’s own are filled with trust and a false sense of security, a friend who is told something in secret although has betrayal clear in her intentions as she tells someone else. By the small glance I take around my own campus, people seem to be unhuman. In fact, they appear more robotic with each passing day.

I wasn't always this way, so cynical and depressing. In fact, there was a time, not too long ago actually, where a smile was constantly casted along my now frown-bearing lips. I was bubbly and full of emotion, passionate and obsessed with my appearance with a symphony of people I called friends. However people change, constantly, and I suppose after he changed, I did too. And that’s how it goes, isn't it? The one you love, the one you put your everything into suddenly changes, and so do you. Because you do, you love them, and assume they love you too, right? They don’t. Allow me to be the bearer of bad news and clarify that the boy will never love you back. It may seem that way, of course, however it is with bright eyes and faultless smiles that they will push you away, plummeting your broken heart into an endless void of sorrow until another comes along to repeat the process once more.

Heartbreaking, isn’t it? No matter how you think of it, it seems to be more and more depressing. But cheer up my friend; the cycle does come to an abrupt halt every now and again, with something called a soul mate. Some are unaware, with their sad and pitiful hearts, that someone out there does want them. Someone, may they be in your class, a ten minute drive away, a seven hour flight away, or across the country, does indeed want you. They could be as flawless as a Vogue model, with sculpted jawlines and perfect collarbones, wearing million dollar outfits and driving million dollar cars. Or maybe your soul mate is almost painfully average. Perhaps they shop at Kohl’s, have average grades and an average middle class family. But typically, the look of your soul mate will not matter in the grand scheme of things. The way they look won’t make you fall in love with them like the appearance of their personality will. The outer layer will not make your heart flutter like the ring of their laughter will, the depth of their emotions, the poetry of their words and the warmth of their comfort. You will not lose your ability to speak due to their beautiful exterior, but to the knowledge that you have seen them at their most vulnerable state, their most innocent and fragile state of mind. Your knees will not knock by the mere sight of your soul mate, but will knock at the remembrance of their lips brushing along yours. Their intelligence, or lack of, will amaze you, not their new possessions. The way they will mold to you and you to them will drive you wild, not their outer appearance. They themselves, by being themselves, will make your heart beat faster.

The ignorance of the human race has made the search for our soul mates much harder by making it just that; a search. We rely on judging the book by it’s cover, the one thing our parents told us to never do. Sad, right? Some are never even given the chance due to the veil of idioticy draped over our brainwashed society. And so that is the world in which we walk among; sad, loveless people on a mission for love, where stone replaces their hearts and words turn cold until the one who as morphed for us and only us comes along to thaw the ice of our souls. It’s haunting, and yet so intriguing. The idea of love is like a beautiful nightmare. Something that scares you and pricks at your skin, and yet the adrenaline makes it impossible for you to want to leave. It’s a trap, it’s a haven… it’s love.