on friday:

I saw a certain man at the store.

he looked young, probably in his early twenties. he was wearing a plaid shirt, and stood examining the flowers they had for sale. he looked a little bit lost, as if he wasn't sure what to get. I smiled to myself, hoping that the person he was buying flowers for would love them even if they weren't perfect.

I proceeded to check-out, and then to the parking lot. I saw him walking to his car, flowers in hand.
I was a little bit proud of him.


yesterday: 

I talked to some of my closest girlfriends for two hours straight.
we shared advice, shared stories, shared food, and shared laughter.


the other day:
My little siblings were watching a movie upstairs.
It was quiet for a little while. They were obviously distracted.
Then.
A bubbling giggle, loud and completely honest, floated down the stairs.
(my littlest brother.)

Everbody, everybody.

About a week and a half ago, I found myself driving a dear friend home. We started talking as we sat in front of her house. I looked at the gas level. Thought about it for a minute. And turned off the car.

We then proceeded to talk for over an hour.

About life. About love. About insecurities. About school. About friends. About everything.

And while we were talking about love, we both brought up how we... love love.

How when we have that feeling of being loved, we adore it. Whether our family shows it to us in a thoughtful way, a cute boy tells us he has romantic feelings for us, a friend gives us a big hug, or anything, really. We all just cling to it.

And I think girls especially. Yes, boys like love, I'm sure. Especially when they find the right one. But there's a reason that chick flicks are the movies about love. There's a reason we love those romantic scenes played out in movies (or real life). There's a reason the first kiss, the proposal holds so much significance for us ladies.

Because we really love love.

And sometimes, I think that can be dangerous.

There are some girls that love it so much, they'd do anything for it. They just throw themselves into the arms of any guy who comes along. They rebound fast as lightning after a break-up.

It's not necessarily that they're insensitive, it's just that they crave that feeling of being loved.

You know the one.

When you know there's that person you can always rely on. Who you can call at anytime and they'll sit and listen. Who will offer you the best advice. Who will laugh with you. Who will laugh at your lame jokes. Who tells you you're beautiful. Who never gets tired of your somewhat lames stories because they're interested in your life.

These girls really want that feeling. In truth, everyone does.

Everybody.

To quote Ingrid:

"Everybody, everybody
wants to love.
Everybody, everybody
wants to be loved."

Oh, truer words were never spoken.

Sincerely,
Anna Elizabeth

P.S. I don't claim to be an expert on love. In fact, I've never even experienced it. And I know that. I don't like the phrase "I love you" to be used in high school (but that's another post for another time). This is just an observance about human nature. What I've noticed from the small taste of life I've had. And when I say everybody wants to be loved, I don't necessarily mean love in the romantic head-over-heels-we-were-made-for-each-other-and-will-be-eternal-companions sense. But we all honestly need love, in one way or another. We need affection.

And that's all I'm trying to say.

The Bouquet

Someday, a boy will give me flowers.

I just know it.

And then, I will pick one out of the bouquet and I will hold it up to his nose and say "Smell it, you handsome fool!" The conversation will go something like this:

HANDSOME FOOL: Here are some flowers, my darling.
ME: My dear, they're so beautiful! Did you buy these for me?
HANDSOME FOOL: BUY them?! *scoff* I picked these for you in a meadow, my love.
ME: (pulling one out of the bouquet) Smell it, you handsome fool!
HANDSOME FOOL: *sniff* Oh, how magical. You like them then?
ME: Oh yes, I do! I do! I love them.
(we hug)
ME (continued): *nervous, this is the first time I've said it to him* ...Aaand... I love you.
HANDSOME FOOL: Anna Elizabeth Lewis, I've loved you from the moment I met you.
(it promptly begins to rain and we kiss)

The end.

It will look something like this:


Much love,
Anna Elizabeth