By: Savannah Perry, Clarion staff
It is a time honored practice, an expectation of sorts for teenagers as they reach their prime.
Urged on by the engaging Nickolas Sparks films and the frilly love stories blanketing Barnes and Noble like a safety blanket, teenage love is a time honored tradition that has been supported by generations, each reminiscing over their epic summer romance or their unbelievable flame that just was not meant to be. Or maybe it was and these lovers were lucky and they got to keep their high school sweetheart. But how often does it happen?
How many people get to say that they never strayed from their first love?
As an arguable topic, teen love is not often favored, especially by certain legal guardians who insist that we are just too young to know what love is and whatever we feel for that significant other is only raging hormones forcing us to act out and wallow around like love sick puppies. Is that all to the story though?
Maybe teenage love is meant to be irrational and unsure. Maybe it is supposed to make you feel like your heart is about to explode when you catch a glimpse of them in the hallway. Maybe you are supposed to be able to see all the stars in the world held captive in their eyes.
What makes teenage love any less important or unreal than -any other kind of love?
Nothing at all. Love is not determined by age or experience. Who is to tell you that what you feel, what you share, is not love? Like in every situation, love is a lesson, and teenage love, a trial of sorts. It is a means in which your feelings can erupt and you can compare everything you feel to how it felt to be held by that first love. That is the reality.
Ask another person to recount how they met that one person who made all the colors a little brighter and all sounds a little crisper. If they cannot, if they insist that their first love was nothing special, just another face in the thick stream of memories that fade with age, well maybe they have not experienced this terrifying love.
Or maybe everything I am preaching about is wrong and true love is a joke and whatever we teenagers feel that even bares a close resemblance to what we see on TV, is a lie. Both are equally possible, but which would you choose to believe in?
What would make the world a different place altogether? It is these things that teenagers experience that shape us as individuals, make us who we are and give us something to tell our children and grandchildren about.
These are the memories we make. Yes, we may be more susceptible to heartbreak and ill decisions and with this love we may feel more bad days than good, but that’s the risk we take when choosing someone to devote our time and energy towards and to gather the courage and say, “Hey, this might not work, but I am willing to give it a shot because I choose to have that faith in you”.
That in itself is beautiful and that is teenage love.
Unbelievers who look at our generation and shake their heads because we choose to gaze at each other with this dumb admiration are not doubting our love, they are doubting our sensibility. They are doubting if we are strong enough to take the blow of heartbreak.
They do not shame us, they pity us. They were us, and that is also beautiful. We are all thrown into the game of life, struggling to find our way and choosing the people who we want with us to brave the storm and come out champions.
We meet people along the way who have also attempted to fight the current, some successful, others heartbroken, and it is there that we mend our broken pieces, seek the advice of others and grow.
Again, true love, it does not hold itself to anyone’s standards. It does not seek the approval of others. It does not even need to be understood. It is there, it is scary, and it is undeniable.