Maverick

I can picture the day. Rice flying, a limo pulling up to take her and me to the airport, white clusters of flowers on the pews, tears in my eyes, in lavender chiffon.... Oops. That's an important part, huh? L O V E It's a commonly thrown around four-letter word. "I love macaroni and cheese." "I love Vanilla Ice." (Remember that?) Sometimes, even an "I love him" or "I love her." What is real love ? And is there a difference between that and the heart-pounding adrenaline rush I feel when I see...? You know the person I'm talking about. That hot guy playing basketball at the gym... the cute girl who makes eye contact as she passes by... the friend of a friend of a friend... maybe a best friend. It's that person we keep track of when he or she is in the same room, whose comments and actions we analyze to no end. There are a few things love isn't. Love isn't a feeling. Although real love is often accompanied by strong fe...

Love is a word that can be tossed around a lot. You love your family and some of your close friends. Here's when you know you really love someone. I will L ive O n V isiting E very Y ear O n this U niverse, with you. Think about what you want in a relationship. Write down your thoughts and feelings on what you think love is. This list is only for you. Don't write down what anybody else thinks about love other than yourself. Make sure you know the difference between love and lust or infactuation. Lust is a sexual desire. Infatuation is when you are "crazy" about them, but this feeling usually fades over time. If you have only been with this person for a short while, really think about if you are moving too fast or its only puppy love. Write down your feeling for them. How do you feel when you're talking to them? How do you feel when you haven't seen them for a week? How do you feel when you are making love? Express as much as you can through words. Think about...

I am different in myselfWhy don't they understandI can do anything I wantWith my own faithful hand. Why can't i be myself?Why cant they allow me to live my very own life?Everyone sees themselves in meAnd ignores my joys and strife. To my family and friends I'd love to tellThat I just want to live life my wayThey don't even know someday. I wish they would knowWhat I think, feel and doFor then they'll let me be meAnd you to be yourself.