No Strings Attached

Valentine's Day is so cliche... yes I know... everyone around me is so excited about candy, roses, kisses. I stand back with a smirk on my face, not wanting to even be a part of this day. I would rather lay in my bed all day, listening to music, being alone. I am used to being alone, and love the solitude of being by myself. Someone asked me yesterday if I ever am so sick of love because it hurts so bad? But then they went on to say, that yet they could not live without love. It made me realize, that I have been trying to define love as something that everyone else thinks it is... but love in my mind is different. Love is being comfortable, being able to cry, and most of all, being able to lay on the floor and talk without strings attached. With no supposed, cliche idea of what love is. Love is not physical, its not complicated, its shared between true friends. I love so many people... but there is a love that is only for a few, which is something I desire to keep and strive to strengthen it. I love my idea of love... its not a marriage love, its not a dating love. Its a I'm-always-going-to-be-here love. Its steadfast, with cords that are stronger than any other. Its an unspoken word of contentment, and the peace of a simple act. It causes all my trust issues to disappear for a moment, and it causes me to believe in the act of true and devout friendship. Its not something that I can efficiently explain, its just real. I desire realness in my life, in more areas than ever. If you think you can explain it, you are wrong... its unexplainable. Its a mutual agreement between friends that no one can drive apart or attempt to change. Its just us... No strings attached...