I'm a daydreaming high school girl. Romantically, my experience is limited to one girlfriend who broke my heart a year ago, a current crush on a straight girl, and plenty of straight boy's numbers.

So romance isn't quite right for me as a teenager. But love? I'm not even sure where to start, so I'll just write all my thoughts.

Thinking of all that I love: my little brother, my sisters, my mama, my best friend, my cross-country friends, my soccer friends, reading in class, my English teacher, crocheting, baking, the book "Toil & Trouble: 15 Tales of Women and Witchcraft", the teddy bear I haven't been able to sleep without for a decade, my coworker who's like an older brother, Taylor Swift albums, my green and white sweatshirt, my weighted blanket, my letterman jacket, the library, autumn air, summer air, winter air, spring air, rainy air, sun-soaked air, salty air, even humid air, my bulletin board, stealing my sisters' clothes, wearing a watch, writing, feeling like I belong, talking about my feelings, learning Spanish, making too many Spotify playlists, running 8 miles so hard that I forget everything except happiness mixed with pain.

There's so much more, more than I could ever write, more than I could even remember, but that list seems to be a microcosm of my life, if you will.

I suppose the next step to answering your question would be to figure out what all those things have in common. Let me think. None of them are ground-breaking or unique, they're just the things I surround myself with. Maybe some of them wouldn't be so special if I didn't love them. Maybe it comes from me; me being a lover first, and everything being loved second. So maybe love doesn't have to be that deep, and it doesn't even have to be about the thing being loved. It can be about you, the lover, having so much love in your heart that you'd fully love something as simple as a ladybug on the bleachers.

I hope this makes sense. I just started writing and I have so much to say. Thank you for reading <3