Things I love?
First of all, one must ask what love is before an answer can be found.
"Love is a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness."
With that, I must ask what, or who, I love under those guidelines. Sadly, it is not an easy task. For I like many things, befriend many people, yet my world is not shaped by it nor surrounded by it. It does not define my life, but for a few people and those special events that have deeply impacted me greatly, I can say that I do love.
My Mother and Father, who gave me life and purpose. They made me strong when I was weak, they put up with me when I rebelled, and they loved me when I felt I lacked the ability to love. Without them I am nothing. I owe them everything, and regret whatever hardships I have placed on their shoulders. Perhaps, when I get a college degree in my hands and later find a good job, I can show them that their struggle to make me successful was not in vein.
My Brothers and Sister, for without them I would not have true friends. I would not have had playmates when I was young or people to hang out with as I grow old. They provided the comfort that I seek in times of loneliness. I love them and hope that they feel the same way towards me, even as we disagree and grow more distant with each passing day. At least, that is what it feels like. Perhaps I am focusing more on the future, once when we all grow apart. I... fear that day, yet understand that it is a part of life.
So my family is who I love, and sadly I don't have someone special. Never have, not even once. I'm young still, but seeing others who have that special someone can play tricks on my mind. Make me think about the "what-if", even when I still have plenty of time for that.
Those moments with my family as I was a child, blind of stress and the reality of the world. Back when I could be who I wanted and be innocent without a care in the world. Those Christmas mornings... those are what I remember most. I don't get the same feelings as I used too from them and how I miss them. I love them, and hope I never forget them.
A puppet I called Beastie. I would pretend he was an idiot and make him act in silly ways, doing the crazy things that I could never do, unable to, or unwilling to do myself. I still have him. That green monster puppet means the world to me, even now.
So those are the things I love with all of my heart, and I hope that love never ends.