I Love Love Stories, But I Don't Think Love Is RealIs there something wrong with me?
I read romances all the time, but I've never felt an inkling of love for another human being. What is love anyway? Is it a mixture of chemical attraction, companionship, and trust? They seem like fairytales, far away from the likes of me. I'm a teenager, this is when I'm supposed to be full of lust, and full of stupid ideas about love, but I'm not. I'm just empty, watching as people break up and make up, have sex or abstain, use and abuse, love, and I'm a constant in their lives, the girl who doesn't sugar coat the truth, who doesn't steal boyfriends, whose logic is never overridden in another's presence, who doesn't feel anything.
I don't understand it, but I sort of want to.
Because I am not a robot.