How To Write A Narrative Essay About Love

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Love in this world is skewed. There a million books and movies that all center around love. The plots and characters vary yet one central theme remains. Romance novels and movies portray love as an intense physical attraction so perfect it’s unreal. Webster’s dictionary says that love is attraction that includes sexual desire, the strong affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship. Is that what society is teaching these days? That love is merely physical and logical. Whether we believe it or not the world’s incorrect view of this sacred word affects the way we perceive it, it’s a mental thing. I find that the world has affected me in three major ways. In order to show the stark contrast between incorrect and correct love I will …show more content…
I had known Jordan longer then I had known anyone I had ever dated, 6 months. Could she really be the one? We had dated previously and had just broken up a few months ago. I remember thinking to myself, what’s different now? She is kind and understanding and smart and beautiful. Until that point for some reason it had bothered me how nice Jordan was, almost too nice I thought. I soon came to the conclusion I had been wrong the whole time. The fact that I felt like she was too nice and understanding wasn’t a reason to reject her, but the reason I should full heartedly accept her. Everything clicked, it was if I had been fumbling around through life in the dark and suddenly the light was on. True love is not perfect. The type of relationship you want to form for eternity is based on mutual understanding, similar interests, respect, and admiration, attraction only plays a small part. Love is a choice. We choose who we fall in love …show more content…
This could not be further from the truth. This last story and example will really drive home this point. Light was flooding in from the large open window, but somehow the room looked so dim. I had tried desperately to make this relationship work, yet despite my continual best efforts, I could see few signs of effort from her. I had poured my whole soul into this engagement, yet I didn’t feel that she had. “Give me back the ring” I finally mumbled fighting back tears as if I was a dam about to burst. My antique vase of a heart fell to the floor and broke into a million pieces. I couldn’t help but think “can this really be happening to me?” I always thought once I fell in love that things would become easier, not harder. I pulled in to my apartment parking lot, and I looked down at the imprint of the ring still on my hand. I had been squeezing that terrible piece of metal in frustration for the full three-hour drive home. Although this mark was temporary I could feel something more permanent forming on my heart. That night as I climbed onto the rickety old bunk bed and I finally sunk into the warmth of the covers, I sunk into despair. I know now that the culprit for my failed relationship was this slightly one sided ideology. I was willing to put more effort into the relationship then she was. The type of union designed to last for eternity cannot even be a little unequal in that

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