I was fifteen when I met the love of my life, well at least that's what I thought. Everything was amazing, just how I had believed love is to be felt. Now you tell me, how can two people love each other if they don't love themselves first? I was fifteen, insecure, never dated, never experienced a lot of things some teenagers would've experienced by that time. And yet I thought I could handle loving, trusting, and being committed.

Its always a girls dream to fall in love with the bad boy, huge ego, good looks. And that was me, so when he came along it was a dream come true for me. We were friends for four months before we became an item, and soon enough I realized I loved this guy. A part of me felt that I was getting myself in a quagmire , but I was blind. Love is blind.
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