well yeah.... people are retarted and confusing.... just in case yall didn't already know that.... thats all i've got to say. later

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and then sometimes they just catch you off guard and decide to make sence again..... life~can't live without it (duh : ] ); yet sometimes you just can't live with it....

so yeah.. this is a complete and total rant or thought process or something... I'm not sure what it is, but yeah I just thought I might be able to get some comments on it.... what do yall think?

Here he is. Sometimes he is perfect and I consider myself so lucky to have someone that tells be I’m beautiful and he loves me, yet for some unseen reason I don’t believe him when he says I love you. Can you really love someone when you’ve only known them for that short of a time and you don’t even truly know them? Or is it like they say, its love at first sight. Can you truly love someone from the first moment you see them? Is it possible? All I’ve ever wanted for as long as I can remember is to love and be loved. I think the one thing all people truly thrive from is love. Love that is returned by the one you love. So many times, I’ve loved someone with all my heart, only to be shown that they don’t love me in the same way. Or even close to the same amount. Why can’t people see that all it takes is love? That sounds like a complete cliché, yet it’s the simple truth.

Love is such a tricky word. There are so many ways to describe it. Some have even tried to define it. And yet, I really think that it is impossible to put love into words. Its something that is a part of you. You can’t always feel it from those you wish would share, sometimes you wish that it wasn’t even there, so you wouldn’t have to have it thrown back at you from someone who doesn’t see its beauty, and yet you still understand and know deep down that without it there would be no reason to go on. Without it, life would be dull… gray. Love puts the color into your world, and allows you to see things as they truly should be.

All I want is to be able to share all of my love, and only with someone who is willing to open up their heart and pass along their own love that they’ve been waiting to give. Is that really so much to ask? there are over 6 billion people in this world. I’m one person out of 6 billion others. Its an overwhelming thought for me to think that there is one person out of 6 billion that is meant to complete me in everyway. But where is he? Far away in another land? Do I see him right now, innocently overlooking the most important truth of my life? Or worst of all, have I already passed him by, completely destroying the chance that was supposed to make everything right? The love that was going to give me purpose, and forgive all of my mistakes. Overlook all of my mistakes. Give me a second chance, to redeem past failures and grow into the person I was meant to be.

People everywhere have and are still trying to find their true loves. There are so many ways they’ve tried, too many to count, and yet how do you know. How could you ever know? Its almost like a burden. Knowing that at any moment of any day, you could be looking at your one true love and not even know it. You could be passing up your perfect opportunity. The only one who could ever love you the same. How can anyone ever know who they are ever meant to truly love?

Can you love more than one? Or is it that you think you feel love for them, yet you only really know who you truly love when they finally come along. So many people throw around the word love so casually, using it with everyday people that they only barely know. I believe that love should only be used when you really believe in your heart that you are willing to share your love with that person and leave yourself vulnerable and open. Your emotions exposed; laid out on the table, waiting to either be gently picked up, or swiped away. Pushed back to be left alone in the dark. All I want is to love and be loved back. To be loved back without restraint, regret, or any lack of complete surrender of heart and soul.