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Marks

The true mark of maturity is when someone hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them.

When I was 15 years old. There was a boy. I though we were going to last. I thought that we would be the perfect match. However I was 15. I wasn't fully into the reality that is life. I was still partially in the fantasy world where everything was okay.

That boy broke my heart. He "loved" me and then he didn't. And when he didn't I was torn into pieces. Shredded into a pile of hopelessness. And again I say I was 15.

I tried so hard to make him feel like shit. To feel like me. Broken. Alone. Jealous. But it only tore me up more.

When I turned 18 I finally realized. Life isn't peaches and cream. It isn't the cherry at the top of the sundae. Life is a sour apple. Full of disappointment and truth. And real life hurts.

I forgave that boy. Told him I was sorry. We mended our friendship like adults. He has girlfriend now. One that loves him like I did. And he loves her.

I have my life ahead of me now. I know what I want. I'm not letting a 17 year old boy control my decisions anymore. I'm being real.

Life leaves marks. Some are scars either on your heart or on your mind. Some are beautiful. They are memories you'll keep forever.

Life isn't that fantasy where you are a pretty princess that has everything she could ever want without having to work for it. Life is life. There's nothing more to it.