Most love stories start with once upon a time and end with happily ever after but what if I told you that was a lie. What if I told you not all love stories end happily but rather start happy and end sadly or what if I told you a love story started out with sadness, rose to happiness, dropped to sadness and was a roller coaster for the rest of their lives together.

Let’s start with the word love, what does “love” really mean to me? When my parents we’re kids ‘ I love you’ was the last thing you wanted to say to someone because either you were lying or you wanted to spend eternity with that person but its 2014 and people spit those three really simple words out to anyone to make them feel special and wanted but when they realize you lied; you’ve broken them, you’ve lost them, and they’ve most likely lost themselves but let me tell you a little secret, if you say those words and you truly and absolutely mean them life changes or at least for me it did; I said those three really simple words but I meant them with every fibre of my damn being and I always will. The question still has yet to be answered. Love is super important. Whether it’s love between family, friends or someone special. The special someone kind of love; that kind of love is scary but at the same time the best feeling in the world. To love and be loved in return is a feeling like no other, everything just feels right, and all your broken pieces have come together, you feel as if your one with the both of you.


How do you know when you’re falling in love? Is it cliché to say that you just know? Or should I lie about what I really think and say “you don’t know, it could be your best friend, your best friend’s boyfriend or girlfriend, or anyone” I knew when I fell in love, it hit me like a ton of bricks, it hit me like the sun cracking through the broken blind in my bedroom, it hit me like the cold water in the ocean, it hit me like a thunder storm. Id catch myself smiling at text messages, at that person humming under their breath, at all the little things they did for me that would most likely mean nothing to someone else but to me it was like they captured my heart in a jar and kept it hung around there neck for just me to see.

Love is an illusion, until someone makes that illusion; reality.

My illusion of love; is now a strong and amazing reality created by the one.