LOVE DOESN'T CHOOSE

"Don’t fall in love. Fall off a bridge it hurts less.”

-anonymous-

What is love?

People say love is the best feeling and thing that will ever happen in your life. That love is something that you feel when you know everything about them good or bad, accept and cherish everything about them. Like if you care about that person to the point you would do anything for them that’s love.

People throw this word as if it is an ordinary and meaningless word. The words “i love you” have been used so casually like “hi”, they don’t sound like a big deal deal anymore.

In my opinion, love is just a temporary feeling that leaves one person hurt because in most relationships one person loves more than the other. They say don’t love too deeply until you’re sure that the other person loves you with the same depth.

In this generation, love is has lost it’s meaning. People are falling in love for the wrong reasons. Nowadays with the media, relationships they kinda loose their uniqueness and the connection cause everything is so flashy and you wanna portray your relationship in the internet.

I don’t have anything against love I just believe it doesn’t exist especially in this generation. I believe that guys are just playing with the girls feeling and vice versa and it’s very rare to find a guy who likes you with no reason or because you are you. If you love someone for a reason, when that reason is gone, your heart will change too.

“Right Lexi?” Mrs Briggs interrupted me from my thoughts.

“hmm...yeah”I didn’t know what to say probably because I wasn’t listening. Mrs Briggs hates me, i don’t know why and I always get As in her subject. She gave me that ’if you don’t listen again I will give you detention” look. Luckily, the bell saved me from another stare down with her. I quickly got out of the class before she decided to call me to talk about my behavior.

I spotted my best friends across the hallway next to our lockers and walked towards them. Bianca and I have been friends since 6th grade when I accidentally poured paint on her thinking she was someone else. Hailee transferred to our school in 7th grade and we became a trio since then. Hailee is the most dramatic,laziest and always complains. She always has problems every single day I think her middle name should have been Problematic. Bianca is always up for any dare and adventure. I swear sometimes I think she’s crazy. Every sleepover, we always end up playing truth or dare.

“I swear Mrs Briggs is out to get me”I whined as I leaned on one of the lockers.

“That’s because...” Bianca was interrupted by the intercom.

“Attention students! Welcome back and as you know you have to start submitting your skill by the end of this week failure to do so you wont graduate”

“Ugh. Couldn’t they wait until we settled its just the first day of school” Hailee complained. Typical Hailee.

Our school is different from other high schools. It is based more on talent and how much your parents earn than education. My least favorite thing about this school is that they don’t give the same opportunities to other kids just because their parents ain’t rich it doesn’t mean its their fault. Everyone in this school can either dance, sing, act, draw, write, play instrument or take really good pictures. Sometimes I feel like they are training us to become celebrities after high school. The best part, is everyone is freaking talented and smart and you must also take a sport as a subject. Each year you have to pick a skill to participate in order to graduate which you have to perform in front of the school at a specified date which will be announced later, we prefer to call it a talent show.

“You can write a script and look for some actors since last year you were acting.“Bianca suggested

“Yeah that’s a great idea Bia” Hailee agreed “What are you guys going to do?”

“I will dance”Bia answered

“I will stick to photography this time.“I replied as I opened my locker to find a black rose and a letter with my name addressed to it. Creepy. I suddenly banged my locker closed very fast, and Hailee and Bia were looking at me as if I saw a ghost.

“What!“they asked at the same time. I can’t lie to them they are my best friends so I slowly opened my locker and pointed to the rose and letter.

“Aww that so sweet who is it from?“Bia asked.

“Really?” I questioned them “don’t you guys watch crime movies I don’t want my locker to be a crime scene.” I looked at them rolling my eyes.

Ignoring my question Hailee handed me the letter and told me to open it. Fear was getting into my way or may be it is because I watch too many crime movies.

“Wait you guys aren’t afraid it is from a serial killer stalker who’s obsessed with me and will kill everyone that’s gets close to me.” I said. They just laughed at me, it’s not even that funny.

“Come on this is not a movie stop over thinking, and open the damn note i’m dying of curiosity.” Bia said. I opened the letter cautiously silently hoping it’s not from a psychotic serial killer who is out to get me.

Dear Lexi,

I’m not that courageous as I thought I would, so this was the only option I had in mind.

When I’m alone, I think of so many things to say to you. When I have a chance to tell you, I am speechless. Seeing your beautiful smile makes my day. There isn’t a day that goes by when my mind isn’t thinking of you even though I might seem like an egotistical jerk in reality. I try my hardest to show you my love but you are the most oblivious person I know.

If I was an artist I would be sure to map out your eyes while drawing.

I know you still don’t believe in love but I want to be the boy that changes your perspective and makes you believe in love again. I also know you hate romantic letters and flowers so I’ll stick to something else next time.

~someone you know ~

“There’s a next time?” Hailee grinned. Of course they were reading with me.

“Someone I know”I muttered. I know a lot of people how i’m supposed to know who it is. I looked around the hallways to see if anyone was looking at me but everyone was busy doing their own stuff. I hate when I can’t figure out something, like right now. All I have gotten from this letter is this person is not an artist, he just hurt his ego by saying he’s a jerk and they know me very well because I hate flowers and I don’t believe in love. Why me?

“Our senior year just got more interesting.“Bia squealed.

What type of friends do I have?