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Take Two: Love

From four months ago, a lot has changed. I definitely have a different out take on love. I have seen the bigger picture to the pros and cons of love. That means, even though I have many good thoughts on love now, I still have and gained more insight on how hard love can be.

Each person is different, making each relationship different. There is no comparison with each other. As there is free will in the world, people have different expectations of others and situations.

I have read many books and have seen many films. I have allowed myself to have a crush, which may seem weird but I’ve avoided affections for another person for a long time now.

I can honestly say that the thought of love is in a good place for me. In my prior writing, I did not see it possible for me to find someone worthy of love. But now I am willing to give it a chance.

As I’ve said to myself in the past, even though I am happy being single, if the chance comes by of being in a relationship I wouldn’t pass it up.

Love, it is a four letter word, but it needs more than one lifetime to explain the meaning behind the word.

And although it is difficult to be in love at times, that is the chances a person has got to make when being in love.

In my first writing about love, I mentioned “Eleanor and Park” by Rainbow Rowell. I finished the book with good thoughts on their relationship.

Since then, I’ve come to accept love stories better.

There is an Asian drama, called “Fated To Love You”. A very comedic, romantic and life changing drama. During this drama, I found myself to cry for the first time in a long time. I knew it was going to happen but I didn’t know how much it would effect me.

Never has crying made my eyes hurt in the past. But the morning after, I couldn’t even open my eyes right.

I’ve only started to open up to the possibilities of love. And it may take a while for the whole concept of love to make sense to me, but I am willing to keep going.

First love and love at first sight is still a topic I still have to think about.

Society has fantasied first love to the point of falling in love a second time or third time has become incoherent to others. Love at first sight is such a dream, young people want it for themselves.

But enough of this. I am happy for myself. I have grown up in ways I never thought of doing.

I still may never understand why people give each other such cheesy nicknames, but I can understand why people fight for love and why it’s such a big life change.

 

Dear Me, Part One

I have been reading a lot of Dear Teen Me stories. It got me to think, what would I write to myself? Did I want to recall such memories like those of whom I read? Memories filled with regrets, hate, decisions to make us who we are today. Do I want to think of my bad memories as the memories that helped make me a better person?

Was being disregarded by my uncle, when all I wanted to do was follow along in the walk and he told me to go back home, a memory I want to use. When my neighbor kid would come over and say that our dog liked him better, and we had to force the dog back home. Following girls into the boy’s bathroom because I thought it was cool, but we got caught by a teacher and was told on. Being lifted upside down by a boy who I considered a friend, were these memories to be used? Did I want to remember how I had gotten a reward for something and my name was listed with others in the lunch room. How my sister was trying to show me, but the girls sitting across from us thought my sister was pointing her fingers at them. A few minutes later, my sister would run to the girl’s bathroom in tears. Is this how I want to remember things?

I just realized… These are all my memories of California… I was just a kid, younger than eight, and I was going through all that. I wonder what it would have been like if my parents decided to stay.

Is it better that we moved?

Do these memories mold me in anyway? Did I learn from them? Did I become a better person?

I learnt that family, although I cannot live without them, is better to be missed than hated.

I learnt that our family is just not cut out to take care of animals, except for goldfishes.

I learnt that true friends will stick by you, even after all the hard times you go through together.

I learnt that I lived in a racist world, were people I loved get hurt, yet we had to deal with it.

Remembering all these memories, I am kind of glad to get away from that harsh environment. Sure there were some bad times here in Wisconsin too, but it did get better. I can’t even imagine the person I would be if I still stuck around those people. Even if I did have a childhood friend there, would they be willing to deal with a girl like me? Would a girl like me being okay dealing with people like them?

There are many more moments in California, too much to write out now. Some I would not like to remember.