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Being in love is magical. In its truest moment, it takes over your entire being. It's inexplicable yet it will be all that you want to talk about. It will feel like a breath of fresh air after you've been stuck under water for too long. No matter how I put it, it'll sound like a bunch of clichés strung together. Such is love.

However, it won't always be the case of bed of roses and happy ever afters. After you've come up for air a few times, the water current will pull you down leaving you questioning if the few gulps of air somehow made your situation infinitely worse. Now you're addicted to the air, but he's left long ago. What do you do now?

When you're a teenager, you're made to chase romantic fantasies and happy ever afters. But lets face it: Love is as hard to pull off as it is fulfilling. It takes too much of you when it doesn't work out. And despite having chased all-consuming love for some time in the recent past, somewhere along the way I've changed.

As of today, I'm 21 years and 136 days old. And as much as I'm all for meeting the mythical "the one", let's face it, I'm too young. I'm too young for someone to become my all, already. There's too much learning to do, the kind of learning that is only possible in close proximity of another human, before I'm left tending to one person.

And most importantly, people spend their entire life chasing things for other people, or well, other people. How often are you 21 when you can get as selfish as you can, free to focus on your dreams and fantasies and no one else's. Take a few detours, watch sunsets in solitude, be alone with your thoughts because thats how you'll know you. And you gotta admit, thats some pretty crucial info to have on yourself going forward in life.

I'm sure finding love would be nice.

Just not today. 

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