Dear Diary: I'm Grateful!
People always talked about '
Love
' as if it were such a grand thing.
Honestly, I couldn't be bothered; it was only a word.
A word, I never truly understood.
Love was like ice water running down my back, it always left me cold and agitated.
What made people so passionate about a word?
What made them hungry for love?
Starved
!
What made it something; most would avoid, while others would ran to?
Well,that used to be me.
Ran, ducked, dodged; on repeat.
I concluded long ago that love was elogical, some strange foreign thing, alien from my emotions, thoughts and desires.
Until I met him.
My
Theo
!
I learned love had many forms, not only the ones everyone always obsessed about; and it was Theo, who taught me.
I'm grateful.
Dorian
