I was sixteen the first time I loved. a breath of fresh, real love, the one that I had been dreaming of without knowing it. it was the first time I felt like a normal teenager; experiencing normal teenage experiences, normal teenage emotions like joy when I hang around the boys, rather than dissecting the bones of the body that enclosed around me. I was sixteen the first time my love touched my body. a revitalized touch that taught me the enjoyment of love; along with the complexities that come with somebody knowing you inside out. a vulnerability that I wasn't sure that I liked. and so I tried to push back, farther away, but my young love, I come back to you every time.
