It takes quite a bit to live. You're never meant to be truly happy. Just, sorta kinda. Even completely happy people create drama in their lives just to feel a little friction. But then, the troubles get worse and you go back to wishing you had been happy with what you had. Taking what you have for granted. It isn't hard to do. Not realizing how much your parents mean to you, until one of them is gone. How supportive a friend was to you, but you were too blind to notice. Or maybe, how deeply someone loved you. Thats just it, no one ever sees how special they are. You might be able to make them feel better about themselves, for a moment. But all in all, it's love that makes you feel special for at least a longer duration than a moment. I don't care what kind of love it is, because that bit doesn't matter much. Being loved, or loving someone in return. Brightens your world. You smile without thinking. When you aren't with them, you think about being with them. When you're not talking you think about talking to them, until you do. Thus, it's great until it isn't. Because everything always ends. That is one fact that'll never change. No matter your disagreement. Knowing that, you have to pick and chose, who matters enough to fight for, even if it's fighting off yourself. It's the feeling of getting to know someone for the first time. It's the feeling of being able to hug someone you've thought of. It's the feeling of being with others. Not alone. Never lonely if you just open your eyes and look at how special everyone in your life is.
Maybe it's someone in another country that you can count on being there for you, that has it's drawbacks believe me.
A enemy who became a friend an in hour of need.
Or even someone you've lost touch with, but found again.
Love. Friend love. Love driven by sex. Puppy love. Frist love. It all matters in the end.
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