If someone were to ask you what love was.. would you be able to answer them
truthfully?
To somehow try to explain what love is?
That indeniable feelings that warms your soul inside and out hidden in a secret smile that only the beholder know the secret of?
Probably not.
Not even the greatest, most renowned genius in the world could respond correctly.
To be frank.. I didn't believe in it at all.
Sure I loved my family and all.. but the stories of boy meets girl, they fall in love, get married, have kids, and live happily ever after didn't sit well with me.
Maybe it was my innocence blinding me, or perhaps the pains of my past still scarred me.. but I just, with all the goodess in my heart, could say didn't believe in it.
That is until I met one one person that could forever change my thoughts on this so called 'love.'
So here I guess I should start my story of when it all started.....
I was just a girl, fresh out of high school, on her way to college. Carrying the beliefs around with me that all boys and men were idiotic babbons that did not fully evolved from their ancestors that thought of only the most primitive thoughts: food and mating with others.
I had refused all my life to become part of the 'in-crowd' during high school but rather just remained myself. Not a scantly clad, shallow, make- up masked girl that only cared for three things.
1.) The best way to get a guy to then break his heart
2.) How to make others lives miserable
3.) What to wear the next day for she never wore the same thing twice
No.
I am not one of those bitchy jealous girls we all see so much. I am just the girl who saw the truth and escaped it all before I could be decieved in to entering their treacherous world. I could have cared less about if what I wore or what I did was 'cool.' I made friends with whomever I wished, and I did as I pleased without a worry to the rumours spread to break me so I would shroud and worship them like everyone else that followed them around like dogs on leashes.
See? I'm not bitter about it.
But I do take some particular joy in knowing when all of them get older and work at a fast food resturant when they're in the prime of their lives and I'm a successful buisnesswoman, and when they see me on the worldwide news that they will truly know the idiocy of our teenage years. Of how being the most popular girl, or the most gorgeous guy at school doesn't matter in the real world.
So no. I'm not bitter at all.
Thus here I am now, packing the last of my suitcases into the trunk of my car, a grin on my face and sweat brimming on my brow under the hot dying summer sun; clad in frayed denim shorts, a loose T-shirt that read 'I have the power,' white tennis shoes, and my hair up in a messy ponytail atop my head.
Me? A fashion freak?
Please don't make me die of laughter from the absurdity of it!
I sighed as I shut the trunk and wiped the sweat off with the back of my hand. With another stupid grin plastered on my face I pushed off my car and started jogging back up the shrine steps for probably the last time for the next four hard long months.
Swinging open the door to my house, I slipped off my shoes and ran up to my room for one last chance to see if I forgot anything.
Looking in seeing the blank white walls void of the usual posters and pictures, and the clean barren floors obviously missing the books and papers scattered across them. I felt a sudden tug off lonliness clutch my heart.
Strange at how just seeing something you've know so well has changed; even as simple as a bedroom; makes you fully aware of exactly what you are doing in your own life.
I realized that I was exactly like this room.
Blank.
I have not yet carved anything distinictve in my life.. for I was still just begginning it. My room showed of new and old memories of both joy and sadness... of everything still yet to come.
I felt an overwhelming feeling if I was sure I was doing the right thing... but I pushed it down knowing full well the only way to beat your fears was to face them and this fit perfectly in that catergory, and planned to do so.
Sparing my room one last glance and turned heel and headed back down to the kitchen where I knew my family was.
Stepping in to room that smelled of fresh cookies I watched all the occupants going about like usual not yet noticing her.
Her mother taking out a tray of cookies from the oven.. grandfather talking about old ancient legends.. her little brother listening attentively to his tales....
Yes, that lonliness of her not going to see them until winter suddenly took its toll on her.
Damn her 'barren room' theory!
Clearing her throat she finally chose to let her presence be known.
Her mother looked up offering her oldest child a smile saying
"All packed dear?"
"Yep. All I have to do is go pick up the others and I'll be off to college..."
"Well.." She said wiping her hands on her apron as she walked over to her daughter a gave her a hug saying
"Good luck at college and don't forget to call."
"I won't mom." She whsipered hugging her back tears finally brimming up in her eyes.
She realeased her and walked up to her brother and ruffled his hair
"See you later squirt.."
"See ya sis." He said back with a disdainful smirk.
She looked up at her grandpa saying with a glint in her eye
"And don't tell too many ridiculous stories gramps.."
"They are not ridiculous!!" He adomished. "They are our country's history!!"
She laughed and he offered a smile back giving her a hug
"I wish you the best and as a going away present..." He said pulling out a small box.
"Grandpa I swear if its another mummified kappa hand I'm gonna..." She started.
"No no I learned my lesson after you fed THAT priceless artifact to the cat..." He said remebering the incident from her fifteenth birthday.
She watched his thoughtfull gaze wearily as she opened the lid.
She gasped.
"It was given to me when I was about your age... now I want you to have it.." Her mother said a smile on her face.
She gave her a whole hearted smile as she pulled the trinket out of the box.
It was on a silver chain with a few pearls lining it, but dangling on it was the most stunning jewel. It was a pink sphere with an unearthly glow in the morning light, with a faint hue of a purplish tint to it.
She slid it around her next clasping it at the back. It wasn't heavy, nor was it gaudy. It seemed as if it was made especially for her.
Her heart swelled in gratitude.
"Thank you..." She said as she hugged her family. "I always wear it so when ever I start to get homesick it will remind me of everone.."
They nodded ushering her to the door as Kagome made promises of letters and phone calls.
Sliding her key in the ignition and with a good turn the engine revved as she set it in gear.
Sticking her head out the window she waved one last goodbye an call of "I love you!" To her family before taking off down the road reveling in the smooth ride her vehicle offered her.
"Tokyo University here I come..!" She whispered under her breath as yet another smile claimed her lips.
To somehow try to explain what love is?
That indeniable feelings that warms your soul inside and out hidden in a secret smile that only the beholder know the secret of?
Probably not.
Not even the greatest, most renowned genius in the world could respond correctly.
To be frank.. I didn't believe in it at all.
Sure I loved my family and all.. but the stories of boy meets girl, they fall in love, get married, have kids, and live happily ever after didn't sit well with me.
Maybe it was my innocence blinding me, or perhaps the pains of my past still scarred me.. but I just, with all the goodess in my heart, could say didn't believe in it.
That is until I met one one person that could forever change my thoughts on this so called 'love.'
So here I guess I should start my story of when it all started.....
I was just a girl, fresh out of high school, on her way to college. Carrying the beliefs around with me that all boys and men were idiotic babbons that did not fully evolved from their ancestors that thought of only the most primitive thoughts: food and mating with others.
I had refused all my life to become part of the 'in-crowd' during high school but rather just remained myself. Not a scantly clad, shallow, make- up masked girl that only cared for three things.
1.) The best way to get a guy to then break his heart
2.) How to make others lives miserable
3.) What to wear the next day for she never wore the same thing twice
No.
I am not one of those bitchy jealous girls we all see so much. I am just the girl who saw the truth and escaped it all before I could be decieved in to entering their treacherous world. I could have cared less about if what I wore or what I did was 'cool.' I made friends with whomever I wished, and I did as I pleased without a worry to the rumours spread to break me so I would shroud and worship them like everyone else that followed them around like dogs on leashes.
See? I'm not bitter about it.
But I do take some particular joy in knowing when all of them get older and work at a fast food resturant when they're in the prime of their lives and I'm a successful buisnesswoman, and when they see me on the worldwide news that they will truly know the idiocy of our teenage years. Of how being the most popular girl, or the most gorgeous guy at school doesn't matter in the real world.
So no. I'm not bitter at all.
Thus here I am now, packing the last of my suitcases into the trunk of my car, a grin on my face and sweat brimming on my brow under the hot dying summer sun; clad in frayed denim shorts, a loose T-shirt that read 'I have the power,' white tennis shoes, and my hair up in a messy ponytail atop my head.
Me? A fashion freak?
Please don't make me die of laughter from the absurdity of it!
I sighed as I shut the trunk and wiped the sweat off with the back of my hand. With another stupid grin plastered on my face I pushed off my car and started jogging back up the shrine steps for probably the last time for the next four hard long months.
Swinging open the door to my house, I slipped off my shoes and ran up to my room for one last chance to see if I forgot anything.
Looking in seeing the blank white walls void of the usual posters and pictures, and the clean barren floors obviously missing the books and papers scattered across them. I felt a sudden tug off lonliness clutch my heart.
Strange at how just seeing something you've know so well has changed; even as simple as a bedroom; makes you fully aware of exactly what you are doing in your own life.
I realized that I was exactly like this room.
Blank.
I have not yet carved anything distinictve in my life.. for I was still just begginning it. My room showed of new and old memories of both joy and sadness... of everything still yet to come.
I felt an overwhelming feeling if I was sure I was doing the right thing... but I pushed it down knowing full well the only way to beat your fears was to face them and this fit perfectly in that catergory, and planned to do so.
Sparing my room one last glance and turned heel and headed back down to the kitchen where I knew my family was.
Stepping in to room that smelled of fresh cookies I watched all the occupants going about like usual not yet noticing her.
Her mother taking out a tray of cookies from the oven.. grandfather talking about old ancient legends.. her little brother listening attentively to his tales....
Yes, that lonliness of her not going to see them until winter suddenly took its toll on her.
Damn her 'barren room' theory!
Clearing her throat she finally chose to let her presence be known.
Her mother looked up offering her oldest child a smile saying
"All packed dear?"
"Yep. All I have to do is go pick up the others and I'll be off to college..."
"Well.." She said wiping her hands on her apron as she walked over to her daughter a gave her a hug saying
"Good luck at college and don't forget to call."
"I won't mom." She whsipered hugging her back tears finally brimming up in her eyes.
She realeased her and walked up to her brother and ruffled his hair
"See you later squirt.."
"See ya sis." He said back with a disdainful smirk.
She looked up at her grandpa saying with a glint in her eye
"And don't tell too many ridiculous stories gramps.."
"They are not ridiculous!!" He adomished. "They are our country's history!!"
She laughed and he offered a smile back giving her a hug
"I wish you the best and as a going away present..." He said pulling out a small box.
"Grandpa I swear if its another mummified kappa hand I'm gonna..." She started.
"No no I learned my lesson after you fed THAT priceless artifact to the cat..." He said remebering the incident from her fifteenth birthday.
She watched his thoughtfull gaze wearily as she opened the lid.
She gasped.
"It was given to me when I was about your age... now I want you to have it.." Her mother said a smile on her face.
She gave her a whole hearted smile as she pulled the trinket out of the box.
It was on a silver chain with a few pearls lining it, but dangling on it was the most stunning jewel. It was a pink sphere with an unearthly glow in the morning light, with a faint hue of a purplish tint to it.
She slid it around her next clasping it at the back. It wasn't heavy, nor was it gaudy. It seemed as if it was made especially for her.
Her heart swelled in gratitude.
"Thank you..." She said as she hugged her family. "I always wear it so when ever I start to get homesick it will remind me of everone.."
They nodded ushering her to the door as Kagome made promises of letters and phone calls.
Sliding her key in the ignition and with a good turn the engine revved as she set it in gear.
Sticking her head out the window she waved one last goodbye an call of "I love you!" To her family before taking off down the road reveling in the smooth ride her vehicle offered her.
"Tokyo University here I come..!" She whispered under her breath as yet another smile claimed her lips.