Didactic Magazine

The “L” Word

            In my seventeen years in this world I’ve laughed and I’ve cried, I’ve tried and I’ve fallen, I’ve received and I’ve lost, I’ve lived and I’ve loved. Yet the one thing that keeps me constantly reeling with confusion is the “L” word.  Yes, I’ve come to find that love, the most overly exhausted word in the English language, has Megan Rhea Sullivan at quite a loss,

            As a child, my mind fed off of Disney movies and storybook endings.  I dreamed that one day my Prince Charming would gallop to my castle upon his white horse, shower me with flowers, and come to my window and shout “Megan, Megan! Let down your hair,” and climb up and whisk me away to eternal bliss in a gingerbread house.  Hmm.. My memory seems to have failed me. That’s not quite the dream, but it was something of the sort.  You may snicker at my childhood fantasies.  But Golden books and The Wonderful World of Disney proved to have no false testimonies.

             My next phase was preadolescence (enter procession song).  My life was soon filled with weight changes and acne, the frightful mention of “boy-girl” parties, and gross little weaklings who were suddenly referred to as “fine guys”.  Umm… did I miss something?  What a disappointment!  My Cinderella hopes crashed and burned.

            I found myself getting excited at measly proposal notes asking, “Will you go with me? Check Yes or No. (And please give this back to David, not me.)”. My new realm of love spanned only form how fast word of my two-day relationship with the new boy was traveling, to which friend I’d grace with honor of delivering the “break-up” message.  What a relief when the middleman was cut out and actual means of communication were exchanged between members of the male gender and me.  Sometime during my freshmen year of high school, the words “going out” were quickly replaced by the sophisticated word “dating”.  By seeing the mass forming of couples that occurred, you’d think the world was coming to an end.  I’ve learned that there is someone who shares the same hopes and dreams as you; someone to whom you give your whole heart and that is how I’ve learned the pain of a broken heart.  I must admit, for “puppy love” the pain at the time seems never ending.  Soon you learn to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart, mold your heart back together and becoming more discerning about which Romeos your tend to fall for.  I’ve got a lot of life to live and love yet to give.  Though I cold be practical and search for that sensible guy.  I’ll still turn my head when the sounds of thunder of horses’ footsteps come galloping to my heart.  I’m still waiting for my Prince Charming and I know that he is out there somewhere…

By: Megan