Made, Not Found

           Love. Love is the most overused word that a society can use, yet it seems that everytime I hear someone say it, love becomes a bit more trivial. You can't love someone just because you hang out. You can't see someone and say," I think I love that person and would spend the rest of my life for him/her." Love is a hill, made by two people. If one person doesn't commit, it will only ever be a hill, never a mountain. I watch the society I live in and see kids trying to create a sand castle in the rain. When it looks done, the rain washes it away and an air of disappointment hangs over their face. What else is there to expect? You might deny this (I also do realize that some of the relationships are true), but to do so is alike to putting a shroud over your hill. A shroud shaped like a mountain of majesty, and underneath this shroud is a neglected hill. To truly love is to shape a relationship with the influences of both architects, flowing in a flawless river of awe. Love can be found in everyone. But very few coincidences can bring about two in an embracing harmony of happiness. Love is made, not found.