What is this feeling we call love? Why do we call it that? What is out reasoning? A feeling, a feeling that is different. I think that's what separates us from other mammals. Our sentient mind is different, not better, not worse, but different. Our minds are less practical Compared to the uncomplicated thoughts Of the other creatures, being pushed from their world, by us. Their minds are wired for survival, and ours are for this word we call logic. Initially, we were all the same. But somewhere along the line we developed into something improbable. Weak, slow, fleshy, and vulnerable we would've died easily otherwise had we not been logical if we had not developed a more complex thought ability than our peers, I'm positive, we would've been wiped out. ---------------------------------------------------------- Green, such a happy color, the color of his eyes. Sort of. Around the rim is hazel, but they change color from time to time. He told me in fourth grade. His girlfriend's eyes are blue, dark, dark blue. The color of sadness. It's not as if I dislike her, on the contrary, I think she's quite nice. I think she and him mesh well together. I would not say I loved him, nor that I'd never felt any sort of attraction, but he was happy, which is the most important detail. He was an unwilling heartbreaker. He didn't mean to do it, he might've enjoyed the attention, but never meant to hurt anyone. His current girlfriend was somewhat different than the others. The others had been mindless, lustful, and had treated me quite sourly. He didn't like that. For whatever reason, we were still friends after years of enduring each other's trying personalities. Even after all these years, I still counted him as a friend, an expendable, simply because I knew our drifting would hurt much less. It was inevitable. We'd never been close, and never would be. He'd drifted so easily from the friends in different classes, the friends who'd considered him their best friend. I would not be that one girl who had liked her best friend and he rejected her, I refused to be. I did not delude myself into thinking in the odd state of mind I was in half the time that he would ever be interested in me. Ever. He thought of me as his friend, I assume he did, at least. Back to his girlfriend, she was, as they all were, very, very pretty. Another reason why a relationship was improbable. I was not the beautiful tall girl with flowing hair and big breasts, I was the short girl with glasses and a piggy nose, which I didn't mind. My self esteem is not low, I know I am not completely worthless, and I know comparing myself to them was useless. She smiled and ruffled his hair. He grimaced and fixed it. I hid a smile as Jimmy and I walked passed. Just like he always did, he grabbed into the handle of my backpack, pulling my back, and Jimmy, who wouldn't abandon me, except if his boyfriend Chandler was around. "Hey." he says "Who do you think would win, dinosaurs or robots in a fair fight?" I think aloud. "I think robots." Jimmy says, used to my random outbursts. "Robots because they can shoot lasers out of their eyes." Travis replies. Girlfriend #23453, Rachel, walks up to him and smiles. He doesn't really smile a lot. "Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe!" I yap, which makes him smile and sing along with me, causing a strange, dorky scene. It would be a shame if I lost this. -------------------------------------------------------- They call her, love love love love love, They call her love love love love love, She is love, and she is all I need. I wanted to see if you'd like romance.