It seems, today, there are at least a million different ways to describe love. The cute couple at school, they’re in love. But then again, this is only high school. What does anyone know about love? Adults can’t even get it right sometimes. Who is to say that we can? We make mistakes on our homework, let alone things that actually matter, things of the heart. Maybe I’m still in love with the idea of love. I’ve never loved nor have i been loved by someone outside of my family. Before that sounds too morbid or sullen, I assure you, I’m okay with this. I’m okay with it because my idea of love is flowers and hugs and kisses on the forehead. Love is ideal, it’s patient, it doesn’t boast or envy or get jealous, it doesn’t hold a record of wrong. It’s quick to forgive and never withholds. It lasts. Love lasts. Where is that in society today? I don’t want to date a dude, I want to be courted by a man. My idea of love is gentle, understanding, kind. Again, I’ve never loved so my opinion is based around the many chick flicks and chick literature I’ve seen/ read. And to be honest, I’m perfectly okay with that. I don’t want the popular version of love. Take me back to when love actually meant something not just a common word thrown around. That is what I want. I want the love that Austen wrote about. I want a Mr. Darcy, not a Chuck Bass. I don’t games or mazes, I want straightforward. I want a proper gentleman. One that holds the door for me and stands when I enter and exit a room. I want him to respect me, not just “loooove” me. I want him to understand me to be able to say, “I know.” when I’m stressed and truly know what I am saying. I want that kind of love. Not the perverted version of today. Just simple, elegant love.