POETRY

By: Alyssa Pinkl
What is love? So many people asked this question, to friends, to family, to themselves. Love is not a thing, it is a feeling. It is the feeling you get when that “special” person walks in the room: the tingles up your spine, the leap of attention you want from them. You think you’re heart actually jumps out of your chest, like a cartoon. It’s a special word.

The thing is, in the English language, the word love is unclear. People, mainly teenagers, don’t know how to use it properly. They say it to their friends to show they really care for them, but teenagers nowadays don’t go up to a close friend and say, “I really care for you.” It’s not how they talk. They say it to family, even if they don’t mean. It’s just something polite to say. But no, I don’t agree with that because you should save those three special words for “the one” and you will know who they are when they come along. And when the time comes, you will know when to say it. When you feel all bubbly inside; when they look at you it feels like you two are in your own separate world; and when they kiss you, you soar, that’s what real love is. At least that’s my definition; you may have your own. So wait for that special person to come along and when you say it, mean it.