I am beginning to ponder wether or not love is a real thing. I really don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever felt true romantic love; and I don’t think I would even recognize it if I had. Is this thing called love that our parents have, or had, just infatuation. I love Shakespeare especially Romeo and Juliet (I only now just realized that I used the word love) but maybe that only happens in novels and plays and poems and movies. Maybe we entrance ourselves in these things to feel this thing that can never actually exist. I hope love is real. I also hope to find it one day. I’m sorry this is a bit all over the place but I wrote it in 10 minutes and am not in the mood for editing.