Love

I was thinking, while I write so much about heartbreak and confusion ad true love, I never talk about being in love. I realize now that I do not write about because I do not understand it. My cousin told me love is when you want to be with person all the time, you never want to leave their arms, and you always depend on that person. But, I think love is a little more than that. And I think it is because I have had those feelings before I always thought love was hard to fall into that it took time that you would know you loved them. The scary part is that in my heart I always knew that I had that feeling, and I was afraid to admit it. I have always heard and read about teenage girls falling in love, and I would make fun of it, I would say it was impossible. Still, I am afraid to get my heartbroken, even though I have had that feeling before. I have broken my heart, and it hurt. It took time to heal, and many bandages. I still have not removed all of them, every band-aid is a memory, and I do not want to take some of the happy memories off my heart, I do not even think that I will ever take those band-aids off. They are special memories, they lead to my happiness, a place where every time I think about it I just can't help but smile. Laugh at the times we had cry at the sadness things have caused me and smile at the times that will always be special to me.