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I have never been in love, though I imagine it often. I have loved things and people, but not in such a way that it has inspired me, has captivated me. I have read many books and I do not enjoy love stories. I cannot find realistic parts to them and I cannot immerse myself into characters that are "not like everyone else." I have my own expectations of love, just as you do I'm sure.

There is something so horribly beautiful about being consumed with love, as people are in books and in movies. It's hard to imagine yourself in such a vulnerable position, to put your faith into someone so deeply. It's incredible that we are capable of such emotion, of such depth as people.

I have my own beliefs and opinions about certain things with love, just as you would. But love is so vivid, like a color you've never seen before. It captivates you and you long to see it again, to paint the walls of your mind with its rich tone. Then you will dwell within, just to bathe in its light. 

It's special. I don't like to question people being in love. Even children, teenagers who are in love after a few hours of a relationship status update on Facebook -- their love is real. Because isn't love just an overflowing feeling of euphoria, or is that just in movies? Love comes in ugly ways and beautiful ways. It's not always quick and it's not always easy. 

And because it is so hard sometimes to grasp and to admit, maybe we should not be so quick to judge the love between people.

catch you later,

Karleigh

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” // Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles