I'm Sorry to Those I've Hurt

To Those I've Loved

Love is used too often when really we don't mean it. My 8th grade language arts teacher always told us," If you don't care for their wellbeing or happiness, you don't love them. If you can't live without them, your obsessed." I've stuck to that since the day we were told that. I've had that as a constant reminder that if I had a crush on someone, I would ask myself that, and most likely the answer was no. Really, I've only really loved one person, well so far anyways. His name was John. Met him in 7th grade. Really sweet guy. It sucks that we were separated by some lowlife "aromez" on Instagram. SERIOUSLY, A SOCIAL MEDIA FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!
And don't go writing in the comments," Don't you love your parents?" Yes, but no. I'm still a teen, yes, but that means hormones. It's a funky relationship between my mom, dad and me. Never have I once for a full month "loved" my parents. But, as odd as it is, I technically do. It's weird, yes, but it makes since. It's where I came from. I came from my parents, and so did everyone I know. Everyone has come from someone, whether it be your current parents now, or someone you've never met, we've all come from somewhere.
And that is when I say I'm sorry. I've hurt some many of those I've "loved". I used to love John, and to be honest, I still do. Don't call me obsessed, because that's impossible. I've had to live without him for 4 months or more. We were separated by the counselor at middle school, and we haven't been able to talk since. I still panic when I don't know why he's not in class, or when he's completely silent all day. Just because we don't talk, doesn't make us completely separate.