Everywhere Yet Nowhere

In class, We were asked the question

"Is love real" 

I saw one girl immediately shake her head.

She's had some rough spots I imagine. 

but at least shes got an answer for herself.

I had to think.

I am not qualified to write about love, 

but I can at least try.

Love is when I told her that 

there were other things we needed to find

before we found each other. 

Because,

Love is everywhere yet nowhere,

and we get lost in it too easily.

and if we can't find ourselves,

how can we find love.

Continually we search for something, 

something better than what we have, 

not noticing  that  maybe

what we need, and

what we want are

different.

Failing to see that 

what we have

is searching as well.

searching for someone,

Someone who can actually see them.

but we are blind.

and

our love is blind too.

and we crave this idea of discovering someone who will love us,

because we can't love ourselves..

I cannot deny that love exists, neither can I prove it.

However I can say that I have felt something
that people would liken unto love.
and some would claim otherwise,

But whatever it is,
the things my heart feel are real,

and they should be treated as such.

And the things my heart has to say,

are too big to be kept inside the small corners of my mouth.

And the things my heart knows,

are too magnificent to be put down in words.

My heart knows love.

It may not know 

how to, or

what to, or 

who to love.

But it knows love.

and even still,

For the longest time,

I've told myself:

love is a myth.

but then I remind myself

some myths are real,

and that is what some loves are.

real.