parle de l'amour

Oh, my religion teacher, also known as Carlisle Cullen, has got me thinking about l'amour. Not coz I love him but because he teaches about it, you know love and Jesus and shit. I'm so surrounded by romance and romantic things. Love in learning, learning French, otherwise known as the "Language of Love" and seeing how it affects people more or less the same everywhere.

I've never been nieve enough to think that love is restricted to a skin colour, a culture or even a specific set of rules in general. There's no rhyme or rhythm to the way it works, it just... does. I don't know if I personallly believe in "love at first sight" or whatever, but you don't know. You never do until it happens to you. You could meet your other half at school as a teen or in a nursing home as an elderly; No boundries.

I'm not even sure if people my age can 'fall in love', because how do you know that person is just it? We haven't done enough, seen enough or experienced enough to know, but that's just me. I see the idea of love as a family, a house and making it home, a complete life you make with someone else. And, to truly have that, you have to be at a place in your life, a completely self-less plave, where you're in a position too, more or less, give half of yourself away. You need to have lived to have learnt compassion, trust and most importantly, for me anyway, faith. You have to be able to put everything you have inside your.. soul into another person and have faith that they'll do the same for you. It's like jumping off a ledge and not looking to see if there is a safety net to catch you.

I think every person, good or bad, black or white and poor or rich have another perfect match out there, like those two first pieces of a jigsaw puzzle when you know the picture is finally gunna start coming together. I doesn't matter what they look like or what they've done because they're meant for eachother.