Thanks.

Love. I love my mom. I love my new CD. I love my dad. I love new pencils. I love my sisters. I love seasons. I love my boyfriend. I love an unopened book. I love that I can love.

Love is general.

How can you describe your feelings toward an object and a person with the same word? Yet, in a way... they both sometimes can do the same thing.

My love for my new CD can make my whole day brighter and let all my emotions wander when I am isolated in my car with nothing but a loud song. It lets me escape into a world of my thoughts My love for my mom lets me know that she will be there for me when I feel that I have lost everything and need someone to talk to... even when I swear to myself that my emotions need to stay inside- just looking at her makes me blurt out everything I feel and everything that is going on in my life. My mom is my escape.

My love for a new pencil is what keeps me steady. I know that it will work for a while, it will be new and sharp and perfect - but eventually it may snap and the point may break... but there will always be another one waiting for me in the package, new and ready to keep me steady again. My love for my dad keeps me focused. He forces me to remember life and how it should and shouldn't be. What is good... and what is bad. But always keeping in mind that there will always be a backup if he should break.

My love for seasons helps me grow. It lets me experience a different perspective every few months. It is always changing, yet it is guaranteed to come back around. It is constant, it is something that I know will always be there and will always be the same, yet a little different. My love for my sisters is what makes me who I am. They are the ones who know all of my secrets, who will always be there... who, if one fails, there will always be two more to pick me back up. Together we make four strong bonds that may be a little different, yet will always be the same.

My love for an unopened book makes me curious. It is new and exciting, yet familiar in the sense that I know it will not let me down. It has yet to fully unravel and let its complete inside out for me to see, but has given me the power to ruin it... to leave it out in the rain or to bend its corners. It has become vulnerable. It has pages that have never been turned but a back cover that has been read a thousand times over. My love for my boyfriend gives me hope. He lets me see that things take patience. That time should be taken slow and every word should be read to understand its true meaning. He lets me see myself through him and let go into a world of hope and wonder.


As my life changes, as I grow older, I have become a different person. I have gone from shy to outgoing, from eager to patient, from self conscious to confident. For these changes, I thank the people and objects that I have loved. They have taught me to be myself, to love myself.

I am thankful for love.