I wish I'd been older when we met. I wish I could have seen that his intentions were always good—that he wasn't out to hurt me, but I was young and I didn't know what true love really was.
It's not until you lose someone that you realise how much that someone means to you, how much you love them. And then when you are left empty and alone, the only one left to blame for your misery is yourself.
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Mutinous
Teen FictionMutinous: (adjective) refusing to obey the orders of a person in authority. How could a smile, a pair of green eyes and a set of dimples be so intoxicating? If this was wrong I didn't want to know what right was. Warning: Contains mature content
