Thoughts About Love: Or is it Infatuation?

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Dr. Seuss

Love does not seem as a tangible thing.

Especially to a high school student, like me.

Love is something that you see other people in. You don’t expect it to happen to you.

These are my thoughts on love.

Love is something that might sneak up on you. It’s a sneaky, little thing. From what I’ve seen, love is bumpy. It’s more than bumpy. It’s a roller coaster.

It’s also scary. Love can be unrequited. Then that’s just painful.

You can also love someone who you think you can’t love. Someone who you think isn’t right for you.

Or, maybe, you’re just not in love.

You are infatuated.

It’s hard to tell the difference. If you’re infatuated, you think about this person when you’re alone. When you need something to obsess over. When you find yourself completely ignoring their flaws, you’re infatuated.

And it’s someone that you fantasize about marrying them after one minute of meeting them. Well, not one minute, but pretty soon after meeting them.

You also construct a perfect reality. You only talk about the good things of the day. Only talk about the good things about that person. Because if you start talking about their flaws, your reality collapses, and you’re no longer “in love” with that person.

Ah. How does a high schooler know this?

Google.

Here’s a lovely little link:

https://psychcentral.com/lib/love-versus-infatuation/

But, anyways, these are my actual thoughts.

Love is overrated. Self-love is much, much better.

Lots of love (you know what I mean),

Jess

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