While she sings she makes them feel things

Love changes people. Usually a good change. I love seeing the change of love. It's like watching a dried up sponge soak with water, filled to the brim, dripping wet. Not sure why it's a sponge, but some personalities are dry sponges until they experience love. Then they're saturated with all kinds of things. I'm happy for other people when they're truly in love because that feeling is amazing. It's also like a makeover. Eyes are wider, smile is brighter, face is pink, and words come so easy. Oh, love. Tis the season for love. It's always the season for love.

What's worse than falling in love? No longer being in love and watching that sponge dry up again. When it slowly dries up, people change and that happiness and glow within their eyes, changes. Sometimes it ends long before the relationship ends, other times you don't fall out of love until months, even years after. Dried sponges are no fun and are depressing to look at. Let's not even mention the stentch that comes from old, used sponges. Icky.

Even worse than falling out of love? Staying in love with the person that isn't in love with you. Let's talk about torture. That little soft spot that remains inside of you for the one that you loved first will never change. They can still make your eyes wide from time to time, and can make you blush like a mother fucker. It sucks when the love you have to give isn't reciprocated back. It's lonely to see someone else full of water, soaking wet, and you're left like a burnt piece of toast.

What's more detramental than being in love when the other doesn't love you back? Not being in love at all and seeing those around you in love. While it makes you happy to see so many full sponges, it's also saddening. At least when you're in love, you can still skip a beat and walk as though you're on a cloud. Not feeling that tick hurts more than anything. Especially when you have more love to give than you know what to do with. I consider myself a moist sponge. I'm not a super soaked ho, but I'm a damp skank awaiting the prince to come take her. My bigger problem is not so much that I don't have people to choose from, it's a matter of IF I want them for the right reasons. I don't want to use people just because I want to have someone to call my own. If I don't want to be alone. It's always comforting knowing that there's someone who would love you no matter what. But would I always want them in the same manner? Well. Out of my options, there is only one that I truly want. Jen saw it in my eyes. She saw the love glow and for a moment, my moist sponge filled with water (that's what she said). Melany sees it in my eyes. I believe Britt sees it too. It's the only one that makes me actually weak in the knees...and that's the best quality in a lasting relationship. What's up with that option? I dont see them enough, that's it. Actually hanging out with the person helps mucho...duh. I revert back to my moist sponge and ignite the idea of that full sponge feeling. I go back to looking, feeling, hoping but never actually being there. Yes, I'm happy for those of my friends who are in love. Yes, I'm incredibly sorry for my friends who are out of love but still in a relationship because it's safe. Yes, I pity those who start relationships out of fear of being alone. I feel bad for those who have never felt that way and I wallow knowing that I'm not in love at all. Just aspiring to be.