Gloves, pullovers, and clovers are all words that mean absolutely nothing to us. They all include the most important four letters that only when they are put together, without anything else, enclose the power to make and break you. Love. What is love? What is this crazy feeling that overwhelms us, makes our stomachs flip, and can cause the biggest heartache.
We love to sing it off our rooftops, proclaim it to the world that we’ve accomplished the impossible. At times life likes to knock you down, tell you you’re wrong, and laugh in your face. The struggle is having the strength to get up and keep searching for that one chance, moment, or second when you find love. I can’t understand how living in a city such as Los Angeles we can find it. It seems like it is simply impossible. There are no stars to gaze and wish upon for love to arrive.
There always seems to be an absence of romance. In this city full of people who battle to be the prettiest, how do you catch someone’s eye without speaking? We already live in a world full of lust so how do we clear through the haziness and find the clear direction to love?
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