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Love. It’s a simple but overused word. I love you. I love this song! I absolutely loved that movie! The word doesn’t mean much anymore, not to most. Some people scoff at it. We throw it around like a used shirt, wearing it because it’s comfortable, safe, and secure, but never truly understanding why we have it. We lend it out, forget about it, and years later, we think, “Hey, I really liked that shirt.”

But do we care? No. It’s probably gone now, thrown away because of a rip or sold for $3 at a garage sale. We forget; it doesn’t matter after that.

Then we see the world fall apart. From the safety of our living rooms we watch amateur video on the news or Internet, and sometimes we feel so helpless and alone we’re not sure what to do. We cry for the inhumanity, scream for the injustice, and wonder why the world is this way. We think we can change the world; we know we want to help those who need it most … then we remember that T-shirt we threw out years ago.

We want it back; we fight and scramble for it. We go out and buy new shirts, try them on, but none seems to fit. We’ve lost it – we’ve lost love. We are unnerved for a bit; we sit alone and beat ourselves up for letting it go. Then we just we shrug it off. We say, “I’ll do it later” or “I’m too busy.” I’m guilty of it too: “I don’t have the right resources” or “I’m too young” or “No one will care.” And it seems as if no one does. With high school students only bent on the next party or who’s dating whom, you wonder if, in the end, their shirts were ever worn.

Is my generation going to save the world? We try, a small group of us, but our shirts are faded among the bright colors of greed and the everyday and the wanting. We are pushed into the background. We try to push our way through the crowds, and we truly wonder: where has the love gone?

I don’t want my love to fade; though my shirt is tattered and worn, I wear it daily. I am honest and open, and when I say that simple, dead, four-letter word, I mean it. I know I’ve made mistakes with it in the past and I almost threw my shirt away; I carry it carefully now. It’s close to my heart, where it’s meant to be. I do lend it out every once in a while – I let those who need it try it on and feel the safety that I feel. I leave them pieces when I go, but my shirt never seems to tear. It stays just as simple as it ever was.

When the time comes, I will stand alone in this world and stare into the eyes of those with the shirts of greed and want and lust, and I will know that even though mine is not the most beautiful shirt in the crowd, it’s among the best.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Erin S. said...
Jul. 7, 2011 at 10:34 am
Wow!!! The metophor in this story was wonderful!
DoubleN said...
Jun. 23, 2011 at 5:55 pm
Amazing. This is an incridible article!
Ilovemybubay said...
Jun. 22, 2011 at 6:42 pm
WOW! That was truley  amazing. the second i started reading i didnt want to stop! you neede to keep writitng! that was amazing!
introducingshelby said...
Jun. 22, 2011 at 10:32 am
The opening paragrpah.. I knew I could seriously relate to this article..
justreadthis said...
May 24, 2011 at 11:48 pm
"I dont want my love to fade; though my shirt is tattered and worn, I wear it daily." I really like this sentence. I mean Love this sentence. Well and the rest of it. 
MissArcher said...
May 24, 2011 at 6:31 pm

Oh my... You are a very talented writer! Love truly is our Favorite Shirt. Great job!


OneHotMeS4L said...
May 19, 2011 at 7:09 am
Amazing article. Great way to write.
Perfect way to get people to see your perspective! :)
ninjajump said...
May 12, 2011 at 7:59 pm
that was a great story.. really made sense to me
SilverDropsofLife said...
May 9, 2011 at 8:50 pm
This gave me chills.  Very, very well done.  Thank you.
cheyennem said...
May 2, 2011 at 11:07 am
this is very very true love is a very overused word and i agree what this says
GoldenEagle said...
Apr. 30, 2011 at 5:55 am
It was par excellence.. Amazingly written.
Natasha101 said...
Apr. 29, 2011 at 5:52 pm

This. Is. Amazing. I wish I could write this well.

I can't think of anything that should be changed, deleted, or added.  It made perfect sense and really made me think:  What kind of shirt do I wear, and is my shirt my favorite shirt?


apurplechick said...
Apr. 26, 2011 at 1:47 pm
apurplechick said...
Apr. 26, 2011 at 1:44 pm
my shirt too is faded and torn. my shirt has been drug through the mud,stolen and then returned with many burns and bruises. i share my shirt with very few people...... very good poem
mayo.girlie97 said...
Apr. 23, 2011 at 10:05 am
very nice, super creative metaphor!!
ashley1012 said...
Apr. 19, 2011 at 2:28 pm
well i am one of those people that use love more than i need to but boys have used me so yeah :)
SilverDropsofLife replied...
May 9, 2011 at 8:51 pm
Boys don't force you to use that "shirt."  You're better than them.  GIRL POWER.
ashley1012 replied...
May 10, 2011 at 8:28 am
i so agree we do have girl power
MissArcher replied...
May 24, 2011 at 6:07 pm
Yes, we do have girl power. Guys can only give us the option to throw away our shirt, or give it away. Chin up girls!!!
Libra97 said...
Apr. 11, 2011 at 1:36 pm
Great metaphor!  I feel the same way you do and feel that this article is better than I could have put it into words.  Love...a tattered t-shirt.
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