Love- A memoir

Love. A complex heart shattering experience. This one word is something that I hate, that I like. It is not an opposite of hate; it is a twist off of hatred. The most difficult part of this word is that you never know when you have it or when you feel it. You are either too young or it’s too soon. Do you believe in love at first sight, that moment your eyes connect. Can you love more then once in a lifetime? I’m talking about the kind of love you would give your life for, the one that you look and look for, the one that catches you when you’re jumping off of that cliff. Love is only four letters, it’s only one consonant. It’s not an uncommon word, yet it’s not a word that is treasured as it should be. Love is something that can last for a lifetime or only a few minutes, but its something that everyone is searching for. It’s something that is supposedly reached at the end of our journey. Passion is a type of love. Passion is the physical part. When you are passionate you will jump, dance, make love, and such. Infatuation is commonly misunderstood for love. So now that I have given you my definition, I will let you in and show you a short period of time in my life where love, infatuation, and passion all became one and it tore apart and shattered what once was me.