Love in the Afternoon...

I know that this is extremely typical of me, but I'd like to post this about...love. I said I wouldn't. I thought It was too soppy a subject, and maybe it is. I don't want to get too cliche and I don't think I will. Let's find out:

Before you un-follow me and exit the window, hear this: this is not a post about how much I want love, how sweet it is or (most atrocious of all), a lengthy post about how much I, at 14 years old, love my boyfriend. I don't have one. Never really have (excluding false year seven relationships). Perhaps that makes my view more objective, perhaps less so, I don't know. Recently, I went through a phase of not believing in love. Not in the radical sense exactly. I just thought it was put on a pedestal and made to seem all important. I felt it was just something people imagined, that was really just a lot of like. Now I'm not so sure. I am sure of a few things:

Love isn't something I need, particularly before I graduate high school. I will always feel complete without it.

Even if I find love, I won't stop valuing myself. No one should.

There is no "one". There's good circumstances, evolving personalities and attraction.

Mates before dates should apply often, but not always. Sometimes, people's partners are their best friends.

I also think that love isn't what it's made out to be: perfect and beautiful. I think it's about accepting that he finds burps funny/she'll never shut-up about "Gilmore Girls", rather that finding the person who is flawless. No one is. If you think someones perfect, you're kidding yourself. Personally I think fart jokes are a reasonable trade for someone who's caring/funny/understands me/listens to me (talk about "Gilmore Girls").

Cat xx

P.S. images from weheartit