I'm a teen, I fall in love (duh). But I fall in love with places, not people. Funny how that works, right?
I hear your shocked gasps. What! Places? How can you fall with a big 'ol hunk of rock?
Hunks of rock are pretty hot, believe me. Look at the macho muscles on that mountain. No kidding.
Alright, well maybe not fall in love in that sense. But the way a glacier crawls down a mountainside, like a great blue tiger stretching out to soak up the sun, or when the waves gently lap at the sides of the ship as whales break through glassy surface-- that sight just makes my heart soar. It gives my devotion to the land around me and makes we want to lay down my life and protect it. Even when the sea is choppy and grey and the wind grabs my hair, I still feel respect for the stark beauty of the land. The wild, electric beauty.
Call me a hippie, but I think that's the best type of love there is.