Love is Infinite.

Love is untamable.
Love is spontaneous.
Love is Infinite.

Love isn't something that's learned, or taught. Love is felt. Love is experienced. Love isn't perfect, even though most people seem to think it is. Love itself isn't perfect. It's the way you love someone. That's perfect.
It's the way you fight but then he kisses you just to get you to shut up.
It's the unspoken truce of "I will always love you no matter how much you smell like chlorine."
It's the late night phone calls that usually end up in laughing fits.
Its the conversations in my car that lasted so long the windows got foggy and we just started drawing pictures on the condensation.
It's the way you can miss someone so much, and try so hard to get your mind off them, but you always get reminded of how much they truly mean to you.
Love breaks you down. Piece by piece until you're so scattered and so melted by this person that only they know how to put you back together.
Love isn't always happy endings and "I love you's."
It's about saying I love you until you get to the happy ending.

Love is hard. It's damn hard. And sometimes it seems like it would be easier to let go and walk down a different path. But deep down you know that no matter how hard you try, the second you try to let go, love would pull you right back.

Love is deep, and unforgiving. It's powerful. And once you fall.. really truly fall.. its nearly impossible to get back up. But you don't want to. Because love is untamable. Love is spontaneous.

Love is infinite.

Hater's gonna hate.

I would just like to inform everyone of the blogger world..

It has indeed been 6 months.

6 months since my best friend went to Ohio. and 6 months closer to when he comes back!






Haters gonna hate. We're going to do this.

Just Life.

Summer's gone by way too fast.

Too fast for my liking, anyways.

I kind of like that though- time going fast. It's been almost 6 months now. (What? already?)

I know. 

In 3 weeks I'll be a senior. A senior in freaking High School. (What?!) 

I keep trying to convince myself that it's not real. I don't want to grow up. Everyone always complains about how hard it is.

All I know, is that I'm going to enjoy the ride. 

YOLO, right?

(Oh my gosh, I really just said that. Oh well. YOLO.)

Summer.

Summer 2012 is turning out to be very different than I had originally planned.
I was thinking of the late nights under the stars, spontaneous road trips, early morning hikes and snoasis.

but that was last summer.

This summer is practice, work, training, practice, bed. You'd think I'd be mad- like my summer is being ripped from my hands. But I'm actually okay with it.

Why?

I want this. I want to see myself improve in the water. More than anything else. I've always wanted that, but with the things that have happened recently.. I'm just more motivated than I ever have been. Not to prove it to anyone, but to prove it to myself. A wise man once told me "Imagine what you could do if you put everything you had into this. If you didn't hold back- if you just fell in. Fell in and never looked back."

So I'm falling in. Head first. Into a pool. Every day. Twice a day.

To make something of the past 11 years. To make something out of myself.

To prove I can do it.

Look out Summer 2012. I'm about to kick your butt.