Love sucks. It’s not real and it sucks. Learn this now. I did.
As bad as we want it love isn't all its cracked up to be. It is what it is. Almost impossible to achieve yet if you do achieve it, it will be even harder to keep. Love is what makes peoples’ lives so miserable. Of course there are people who don't believe me. It seems to me that people want more than anything to take a chance and risk getting hurt. My belief in love is reasonable. I believe love is just some myth.
My father left my mother and me when I was four. I came down stairs to find my mother at our granite counter top crying over a note and chocolate frosting. I stared at her. She looked up, and said in a choppy voice, “Baby, I am so sorry.” I walked over to her and asked where my daddy was. She told me what would change my life forever. This is when I stopped believing in love. And started become one with romance.
My mother thinks I am crazy. I think that she is right, but I also think she is crazy to. I mean, what woman in her right mind would get her hair pixie cut and die it pink? What woman would where neon green miniskirts and skintight T-shirts with Hot pink six inch platform healed boots? Answer, my mother, and she calls me crazy.
I on the other hand where modest clothes. White blouses with a skirt or the occasional jeans. My curly golden blond hair is always up. I know that I don't dress my age, but neither does my mother.
My mother owns a bookstore. It’s the kind that has worn out chairs and music playing in the background. It’s the kind of place where you can spend the whole day sitting on one of the many couches and getting lost in the book of your choosing. She also sells movies and music. My mom refuses to accept my opinion about love. She has dated more then twenty different guys in half a year. She is always telling me to get a boyfriend. Yeah, she is that kind of mother.
I was sitting in the quad when he asked me out. Lunch time for me was alone time. He sat down next to me and stayed quiet. I continued to eat my egg salad sandwich. When I was done I broke the silence that had fallen over us. “Hi.” I swallowed. “Can I help you with something?” I said. He smiled. His perfectly white teeth almost blinded me. “Yes. Go out with me.” I had been chewing on some of my brownie I had packed for dessert when he asked me. I started to choke, coughing violently. He pounded his hand on my back. Once we got my airways cleared I answered him. “Yes”
Tomas is the "golden boy". Mr. Perfect. That is why I was in love with him, or rather who he was. I had come to believe that every guy has a weakness; something that could turn a girl away with the blink of an eye. So when Tomas asked me out that day I said yes, just to find out his weakness.
My mom liked Tomas. I eventually had grown to like him too. My mother liked that he got me to loosen up. I wore my hair down and he even bought me tops that showed some skin. I liked the new me. He liked it too.
There were times that I believed he had no weakness. Times when I thought he was a God. Most of these times were when he and I were kissing. He was a great kisser. I knew he had tons of experience from the rumors that filtered around daily at school. I never got bored making out with him. He chose the most romantic and exotic places for our dates. My favorite was when he took me to the school. No one was there and he found the place where he had first asked me out. I loved the fact that he would buy me presents. I began to realize I was falling in love. That was when I remembered what I had said yes for. I got busy, looking for his weakness
I couldn't find it. Tomas has no weaknesses. He really is Mr. Perfect. I continue to try to find it. I was about to give up all hope when he finally told me what his krypton was. ME.
"I love you." was the first thing he said to me on a gloomy Monday morning. He was driving me to school. I hopped into his truck. He said this as he buckled me in. When he said that it made me think. Do I love him? No. Love isn't real. A myth, a fantasy. That is why I shocked myself by saying I love you too.
He looked at me. I could tell that he had heard the rumors. The rumors that I didn't believe in love. I stared back into his blue eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. "Shut up." I think. "Shut up. Remember, the only reason you went out with him is to find out his weakness." I try to remind myself. "Well, I didn't expect to hear that." He said as he parked his car. I began to laugh. "I didn't expect myself to say it." Then I kissed him. This kiss made me really believe in love, and gave me my first glimpse that maybe, just maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there is something called love. I just hadn't seen it in a while
