"I'm to young to know what love is."
I know what it is.
I learned that when I was 13.
Everyone has that one person that molds them into who they are. Why am I always the single one who everyone turns to for advice?
Because of him.
It was the middle of the year, sixth grade.
I liked him, he liked my best friend.. That is how it worked no, it works for me. They all like my best friend. Fml. I started to talk to him more, learning who he is and how he works. For by ex-best friend, Kyla. It was so painful, but it got better, we became best friends. He started to like other girls, I watched him fall for every single one of them. Kate, Savvy, Charlotte, Mae, Anna, and Jackie. I watched him laugh have fun, and everything was wonderful for those insignificant little moments. Then, that was all gone. My happy best friend, crying, hurt and I just wanted to take all that pain in his eyes away, I wanted to tell him that everything would be okay. Nothing got better. His parents split up, his aunt killed herself, and everything kept going wrong.
He got into cutting. I had to make him stop. So I cut too. I cut to make him stop. One day after I cut, I was addicted. I couldn't stop. Until he finally noticed. I had cuts all on both of my wrists, thighs, stomach and all over my arms . He noticed when I was bleeding from one of the cuts, and he freaked out on me. I started crying. And to calm me?
He leant his head down, and gently kissed me on the lips.
My heart was pounding so hard, I swore he could hear it.
We dated for almost a year and a half, then, I caught him cheating.
He was making out with my some whore off the street. I grabbed his hair and pulled him away, with him swearing at me a mile a minute. I brought him down to my height, and punched him in the face as hard as I could. I got some bloody knuckles and a sprained pinky, him, He got and broken nose and a black eye.
I thought I loved him. I hate him. He was my first love, my first kiss. Everything I was, did, or said reminded me of him, or what he wanted me to be.
That was the day I changed into an emo, depressed, selfish bitch. I am disgusted by the old me, and I will never go back to that prissy little happy girl. No one will see her again.
