Love is Weird.

The title pretty much describes what this short post is about.  Love is weird.  Love comes in a lot of different types- the awkward type; the one-sided type; the dysfunctional type; the type you don't want to admit... And if you're lucky, you get two people who actually fall in love.  Like real unconditional, weird, people-think-you're-crazy love.  I've been longing for that since I was little... I would watch movies where they would go through all of these problems and find they truly love each other, or the guy has these great acts of love and wins her over.  Disney friggin' princesses gave me unrealistic expectations.

So those few times that I think I might be falling in love, it really freaks me out.  That's probably not normal, but let's be honest, I'm not normal.  There have been few people I would want to really love and date.  And now, with everything else going on in life, it feels like this would be a breath of fresh air.  But it's just a weird process...

Is love a process?  I'm not sure... to quote The Fault In Our Stars (which I will never willingly see) "I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once."  I think that is one of the most accurate ways to fall in love I have heard.

I just happen to be a sucker for romance.  And for falling for people who could never fall for me.  Yippee.  Great combination.

Got any good love stories?  SHARE 'EM!!! :) I'd love to hear them!

Now excuse me.  

Confusing thoughts of the day...

It's days like this when I almost miss my mama the most. I'm sitting watching Spongebob, just hugging a pillow with one of her perfumes on it. Things are going so well, and I have so many great friends and people who love me, and all I want to do is have one more car ride with her. We used to sing at the top of our lungs to the Wailin Jenny's. And I want to sing on worship team with her again. She completed my harmonies... I want to tell her how beautiful my friends are and how amazing the girls at the girl's conference were. I want to tell her my boy troubles. I want to tell her how I love sitting next to my crush in class, and listening to him, even though it would be totally weird and she would laugh at me.  But I want to hear her laugh again, even though the thought of it makes me sick with longing.  I want to tell her how proud I am of my youth group, and of their leaders who have become my best friends and my unrelated family.  I hope this isn't turning into a whine session, but there's a lot of things on my mind today. Thank goodness they're all good things I have in my life. I am so thankful to my Lord for being with me these 173 days since I got the word at 1:30 am. And I'm thankful I God had my friend up at that time to comfort me. I'm just very thankful.