Writer's Block: The Meaning of Love
Love means a lot of things to me. It may just be that I am a bit picky, but I do take love and relationships seriously now. After my last relationship, my only really serious relationship, I have been cautious of who I let near, mainly because I often think will she be good for me? Will I be good for her? You never know until you try, I know, but I still think that. Everywhere I go, I see cute girls, but I never consider more than looking. I want to have good conversation with them. I often think that if I could talk to them in the way I can talk to my friend Cara and feel a little something for them, I could be happy with them. After the sex is gone, then what? That is what I figure. Sex isn't a huge deal for me. I could be happy in a sexless relationship. If I love them and we can still cuddle, I am good. I think I never really thought as much about it when I was younger, and jumped into things because I wanted to feel loved and such. It was a self esteem issue really. My self esteem is better. I don't hate myself all the time, and I can now accept the fact that I am not the hottest coal on the fire, but you know what? I could still keep someone warm, and in the end, isn't that what people really want?