What is love?

Everyone has one thing in common, and that is the matter of what stirs up inside of him or her. It is a strong emotion that one conveys when they are with their significant other, or with something that they like the most. This emotion is love. No one knows what it is for sure, but it happens. The question is what is love anyway? Love comes in a certain price, but that does not stop people from loving, people love from deep down within them and they learn to respect each other.

Love is a controversy that people like to discuss about the most. Not everyone can grasp the main concept of what it is. People will think that love is something that stirs up deep down inside of them, from the soul and to the heart. Love is something that sparks within the heart of someone. A sense of happiness extends from within them and they express that love for the other.

Trust is what holds the emotion together. If one does not trust the other, then where is the love to that? When there is no trust, then there would be disappointment involved. It is one concept that introduces key elements to a relationship, from communication and to care for each other. Trust is the big source of everything, because if there were no trust, there would be no communication and silence will become between the couple. The silence would lead to nothing, therefore leading it to disappointment and false (or true) accusations between the two. In a past experience, I have known how it felt to be disappointment. My trust with him had faltered when I learned that he had cheated on me, he was being untruthful and he was being dishonest. That ruined the trusted bond that I had with him, and I would never go back to that same person. Trust is just a number one thing for me, and, maybe, everyone else.
I never experienced what love was, but I had a close feeling to it. In my past relationship, I had discovered a connection with the person I was with. By trusting him, I thought that I was well in love. He seemed to be interested in me, and I continued to be interested in him. That is another aspect in love, to feel the connection with someone.

It is not love if you do not want to be by their side every day, because in a real relationship, people spend their every waking moment with them. Going back to the story, I thought everything was well, and I thought that I was falling in love with him. In truth, there was an uncertain trust he had with himself. He felt that he wanted to be with me, but then his ex-girlfriend started to talk to him again and he wanted to be with her. Another point is to have trust in you and no one should be unsure if they love someone if they talk to another person that would affect the way that they are feeling towards the person they are within that moment in time.
Love is not a thing that someone should be unsure about. When someone feels it, they should be able to look at their significant other and tell them that no one else matters to them. What I mean is that if they look at another woman or man, that woman or man should not be in their eye. Sure there would be a certain pull that will make them seem attracted to that person, but when they turn back to look at their loved one, they could be honest and tell them that person was attractive. Though it should not make them start arguing about something as such as that, it was a moment of time that someone else was attractive and nothing else will change their opinion about their significant other.

Again, no one can really define what love is to him or her, but it is certain that it involves a lot of trust. Relationships take time to evolve, and the trust evolves with it. With trust it builds communication, and with communication it builds a stronger connection to the two people in love. Therefore, love is a certain emotion that everyone gets involved with at least once in his or her lifetime. Once it develops, people can figure out if they like the feeling of love or they could fear the emotion of love. I have met people that do not like the meaning of love, and there is a good explanation for it.

Love can be disappointing. No one gets what they want all the time, and not everyone is lucky with a relationship. When there is no certain connection between couples, it could be disappointing. It is not all fun and games to most of the people in the world, and love could be tough. In countries like India, the daughters usually do not have an option to love a man before they marry, so it is highly disappointing to the young woman. Though in time they can find a love for their husband, but often, it does not happen right away unless they have a certain connection that they share.

Love is not easy, and love is hard to come by. Finding a person you connect with at a certain level can be difficult. This is why some couples do not get along at first, but as time goes on, they have a connection. Everyone seems to be in a rush to be in love, and it takes time. Considering this, have you been in love? It is a difficult answer, because there is no absolute answer. Not everyone feels love the same way.

I don't know...

Lately I have been thinking about my future.

I want to have a stable job.
I want to get married.
I want to get a house.
I want to have a kid.

I am not sure if I can do it all.

I want to do this when I am still young, when I am in my twenties.

I had a dream once when I had all of these things.

I want it to happen.

Though, I am not sure if I will be grasping this dream just yet.

Let me explain.

I do not know what to say anymore to my life.

I push people away because I do not want them to care about me. I want them to forget that I ever existed, so that they [and I] can move on with life. There is nothing that I can do for them, and there is nothing that they could do for me. You know what? I am tired of trying for other people, and I hate being the one people go to when they are in trouble with something. I can say that I only want my true friends caring about me.

I do not want anyone else to because they lie to me, and then they turn their backs on me when I need it the most.

I only want Roger, Julianne, Anika, Jay, Regina, Rob, Michael, and Zack to know what is going on with my life. No one else matters, and I do not care what you people think. Sure, I care for other people, but I do not want them to really care about me.

If you do care about me, speak up and tell me, I want to test you on how much you care.

No Freedom

I have no personal freedom.

I am still considered a child with my parents. I hate it, I hate it all. Does it matter if I am still seventeen and I am doing adult things?

I do not do drugs.

I do not make the wrong choices.

I understand myself.

I know not to get into situations that will make me regret what I do.

I hang out with responsible adults.

I am not a kid anymore and they do not understand.

My parents are stuck up assholes.

It's Tragic..

The King of Pop... Dead?

He died young, at the age of 50. He still had a huge life ahead of him, and I am sad that he is going to miss a lot of it. I wonder what will happen in the future, when future generations decide not to listen to him. They will not know who he was, and the spirit of him would die away. I hope that is not going to be the case. When I have children, I am going to pass his music down to them. When they have kids, I want their kids to know who Michael Jackson was. When their children have children, I want them to know as well and so on. I want the spirit of MJ to live on.

The King of Pop will forever live in my heart, mind, and soul.

He has been through so much these past couple of years, but all I know is that I have been beside him to support him. I felt nothing against him when he did his wrongs, but a little disappointed. I NEVER left him as a fan, I NEVER said anything rude about him. I know friends who have, and if they say, "RIP MJ" I will not know what to think of them. They made fun of him, calling him a child molester, calling him names, calling him a bad father. You do not appreciate what he had done for the world in the past.

His music will live on.

He will live on in our memories.

We will miss him.

He was such a wonderful person.

And no musical artist could beat him.

August 29, 1958-June 25, 2009

May he rest in peace.

Love,
Yuna

The Years Went By...

I went down memory lane yesterday with my best friend beside me. I went to my old neighborhood on Salmon St, in phase four of military housing. Going down the road, I remembered everything, I remember the canyon that I used to adventure in with my friends of the past, Josh and Tyler Hall. I remembered getting stuck in the mud and Josh had to run up back to his house to get his father to get Tyler and I out. I thought I was going to be stuck in that mud forever, but then I was saved.

I also remember a girl on the street that I hated, I forgot her name, but she only lived five blocks down. She stole my Pokemon figures, as I recall, my Pikachu figures that I played with when I was small. I remember being in her room and seeing it there, then I told my mom. The only thing she could tell me was, "Let her have it, it is just a toy and you can get another one."

Looking back, I never got any new Pikachu figures.

I remember Jackie who lived next door, and I remember that she was such a beautiful person. She inspired me to do modeling, even if she was young at the age.

There was also a girl who lived across the street from me, I also cannot remember her name. I remember trading Pokemon cards with her, and having battles (I always won with my Charizard). Sadly, I made a horrible mistake and traded my Charizard to her. That was the greatest loss of my life. I never forgave her after that.

So many things happened on that street, I can keep telling stories, and I thought that I forgot my whole childhood until I went back to it.

My best friend and I drove down the streets where I walked to elementary school, and I remembered most that happened during school.

I had a best friend back then, Kenisha, I miss her. We were best friends, until she moved away and I lost in contact her. I do not know what happened, but we found each other again on Myspace, though we rarely talk now.

Kayla, she was such a fun girl to be with in the fifth grade. She always bounced off the walls, and made the best out of things. She does not remember me though, because I changed so much over the years. It does not matter to me, I am glad that she has become a beautiful young lady.

My first crush, Justin Donovan, I remember him with his small middle finger. A lot of girls in my class liked him, and I knew that I had no chance with him what so ever. Every girl in my fifth grade class were beautiful, and I was considered the dork with glasses and braids in my hair. Everyone accepted me though, no matter what I looked like. They looked for my fun and caring personality, not the girl from the outside.

Looking back, I remember a lot. I wish I was back in those days when nothing mattered. When I did not have to be an adult and make my own decisions, where I was care free. Boys did not matter, drama did not happen, it was just fun and games.

Now I am an adult and I do not know if I am ready or not to move on.

I am waiting.