Love.
It’s supposed to be this all-consuming emotion you feel for and from another person. When you love someone—and I mean really love someone—it takes over your whole body. You don’t notice how wrong they might be for you. You don’t have any second thoughts about whether or not that person loves you back. You just know it. And what better feeling is there than to know that out of everyone else in the world, someone chose you?
But personally, I think it’s all complete bullshit. Sure love is great in the moment, but once it goes wrong, everything’s wrong. You can love a person with everything you have, but if you find out they don’t love you back it’s like you’ve lost a life.
You’re numb.
And sitting here, watching one of my oldest friends, Jake, making out with Cassandra, I can’t feel a single thing but numbness. I want to hate her. For all of the wrong reasons. I wanted to hate her because she had the only boy I had ever thought I could love in her arms right now. But all I can really feel is numb knowing that he’ll never feel the same way about me.
Finally pulling back from each other, Jake gave Cassandra a look so full of love that it made my heart hurt. His eyes were full of warmth and tenderness. For so many years I’ve wanted to be on the other end of that look.
But I’m never going to let myself get to this point again, feeling heartbroken over a boy, because I’m going to make sure I never fall in love again.
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Broken By The Bad Boy
Teen Fiction“Why should I stay Aiden, please give me one reason I should stay and I will, Aiden please.” He looked at me with a blank expression on his face. He had nothing he had no big romantic speech he had no ‘I love you’ he had no I’m sorry ‘ , but I shou...
