JustElla:
Small monologue I had to write about love for my drama class, hope you can relate <3 Love isn't what we expected, lets be honest. As children we paint this magical, perfect images of love in our minds. Scenes of the perfect partner and the perfect house, with perfect lives together. But as we grow older we learn the hard reality that love just isn't perfect. It isn't a fairy tale or a story book. It isn't about plastering a smile on your face for someone else. The truth is, we've all loved someone. We've all has that someone who made you feel so loved and so cared for, that you try to mask and hide the messy bits from the naked eye to prevent being alone. Because whats more scary than being alone? It takes a while to learn. It takes heartbreaks, betrayal, mistakes and pain to learn the truth about love. Love is Messy. Love is never perfect. Its overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together and holding on to that person through the storms that are sure to come. Its a short word. Easy to spell. But difficult to define and impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, love is realising that every hour, every minuet, every second of it was worth it because you did it together. So maybe its not that perfect image I painted when I was younger, but I prefer the messy, imperfect and beautiful love that I now know I deserve... Hope you enjoyed! <3
Breathless:
Good job Ella!!
JustElla:
Breathless:
Your welcome Ella ^p^
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This is wayyyy too underrated, splendid work!
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