Love is one fickle be-otch. Maybe there isn't one single definition because every time you think you are in love, you love that person for different things. Love varies from person to person. Qualities you look for when you are 16 vary very differently from when you're 23. Hopefully, they change, but if they don't, you may want to reconsider what you're looking for. They say on average each person falls in love roughly four times. Finally, I'm above average in something in my life.
At the age of 15, love was a blonde hair, blue eyed boy.
He took me to McDonald's for our first date (Obviously, my standards have changed... at least, I hope). He was there when my grandfather died, then my mom. He left when I got too sad. The lesson I learned from this boy was you either loved me or you didn't. Love was a boy who didn't understand.
At the age of 16, love was a rebellious boy who made me want to defy my parents.
Looking back, he was straight up the worst mistake I ever made. The lesson I learned from this boy was you shouldn't base your value yourself off what someone else thinks. Love was a boy who didn't value me as a person.
At the age of 17, love was a gentle man.
I thought this was the love of my life. He was a boy who understood everything I had gone through, and I was forever grateful for that. He believed in me even when I didn't believe in myself. The lesson I learned from this boy was that sometimes love just isn't enough. Love was a boy who understood.
At the age of 19, love was a man who had it all.
Don't get me wrong, he was a man, but on occasion, he would have boyish tendencies. He was ambitious, attractive, genuine and knew how to push me when I needed it. Little did I know this man would be the one to haunt me to this day. The lesson I learned from this man was that love, true love, is very real. Love was a man who didn't want distance.
At the age of 20, love was a boy who could never love me.
He was someone that just attracted me. No rhyme, no reason to it. He never gave me the time or the effort I was desperately looking for. I believe I loved the idea of him and not so much as the boy himself. Love was a boy who never had the time.
At the age of 21, love was a woman who gave so much to the wrong people.
She was smart, ambitious, hilarious (if I do say so myself) and just trying to be a good person. A huge downfall was she was putting so much of her time and energy into people who didn't end up meaning anything in her life. This was a love that I was searching for my whole life. Love was a woman who understood. Love was a woman who valued me. That woman was me.
