Ever since I was little, I’ve been intrigued with the idea of falling in love, and that little fire of intrigue has not lost it’s flame as I’ve grown into womanhood. Indeed, it’s probably only burned more keenly. I think the underlying cause for this fascination lies in the sheer fact that I’ve never truly been in love. Not the kind that I’ve imagined about anyway. I love my parents, I love my sibs, I love cameos, I love Pepsi, and I’ve definitely been in incomplete-and-emotionally-draining-like with various people, but I’ve never, ever had the penetrating kind of romance that I’ve imagined about. So all I have to go off of are the resplendent enrapturations of others who have experienced what I’ve only devotedly wondered about- whether in music, or movies, or literature. {DISCLAIMER: I am WELL aware that all the aforementioned musings about love are merely contrived and artful attestions to appeal to the part within all of us that relishes in such- which is why we go see chick flicks in the first place… Anyway.} So, in the abysmal bleakness that is this season (Dear Utah, I hate you. Love, B.), I have nothing better to do than eat (another thing that I  four-letter-word) and blog about stuff that I know nothing about. In all my endless hours of filmage, reading, and hours and hours and hours of audiologically drinking-in my iTunes, I have compiled countless quotes about that little thing called Love that all describe, to some extent, why it is truly “all we need” (to quote them Beatles). In essence, each of these “testimonials” have played a part in constructing my admittedly whimsical ideal of what it means to be in love. I thought about categorizing them, since I’m an organize-aholic, and came up with the following categories:
-Bravery
-Submission to the throws of love
-Exquisite happiness
-Relinquishing of sensicalities
-The willingly possessed, belonging to one another
– Forever kind of love, eachother’s beginning and end… aka On and on and on kinda love

But then I decided to forgo the categorization of something that really is probably very uncategorizable. So here they are. Try your best to fight off the nausea and if at all possible, refrain from the compelling desire to roll your eyes. For however ridiculous and impossible and whimsical these ideas may be, you can’t deny that deep down, you wish they were true.