S-O-O.

Sex.

Oral.

Orgasm.

Those words may be used explicitly for the bedroom, but they’re easier to discuss than this word.

The dreaded “L word.”

Not liquor. But love.

Now, I’m not a relationship expert, but sometimes I wish I was.

It seems on college campuses, people are hooking up faster than they can remember each other’s names or major. In college, there’s lots of sex, but not a lot of “I love you.”

It dawned on me, that not a lot of people allow themselves to fall in love, but rather allow themselves to fall in lust.

But that asks the new age old question—

Why are people afraid to say “I love you"?

I’ve seen a lot of breakups on college campuses, and some of them were convinced they were in love, and some of them were never in love, and some of them left with a broken heart.

But people are straying farther and farther away from the L word and treating it like a marriage proposal.

I like to think I’m one of the lucky ones who got to fall in love. I always wanted to know what love felt like, and once I did, I never wanted to fall out of love.

I still don’t. 

But I remember the moment I knew I was in love with my boyfriend, Andy. It was a cold winter night, but we were getting hot. He had his shirt off, and gazed into my eyes, as if they were the starry night sky on a clear night.

Falling in love was the best thing that ever happened to me.

But it wasn’t like I just fell head over heels in love with him. I knew I liked him, but I had to accept it first. That took me a long time to figure it out.

I had to accept it, in order to let it grow.

But when I accepted it, I knew it was giving potential to what could be. It was about enjoying the time now, and it should be awesome while it lasts. I wasn’t asking for a ring. I was just asking for a chance.

When was the last time you heard of someone having sex because they loved the person? You probably haven’t.  

It seems people are more willing to hook up when there are risks of herpes, pregnancy, or AIDS but when it comes to having a broken heart, it's worse than all the physical symptoms.

You have to live with crabs too, but the consequences are far too great to have your heart broken. When your heart’s broken, you hate couples, married, young, engaged, whatever. It seems like all you see are idiots in love.

Then you’ll think to yourself, “why would anyone do that to themselves, when you fall, you’ll fall hard. “

Then you realize  sex, oral, and orgasms are the best when you’re in love.