What is love? Is it happiness or sadness. I say love is not real. How can a small organ like my heart carry so much love for one person. Well that's how it all started. My mom used to tell me that being a teenager takes responsibilities especially when you start developing feelings for the other gender.

I was 16 years old when I developed my first feelings. There was this boy who was a matriculant who was always clean and from what I saw he was matured. Everytime he walked past my class he will give the cutest smile ever. He was the best.

I'll totally day dream about him everyday. I remember we were writing our June exams when I lost my pen. Funny part he had 2 pens...