Love is weird,
I can't say I understand it completely for I only have few years in this department, but here's my first story.
I could've sworn I was in love with this one girl when I was about 6 years old, but how can someone say that at that young? "In love," who am I kidding the only people I could say I loved was my family, right?
The day I swore I loved her was an icy, cold day. I was walking to my bus stop by myself and the bus was waiting for me. I decided to run so I didn't make him mad even though the bus driver loved me.
The point is, on the way down there I slipped and fell. I got up like a trooper and continued my journey to the bus, I had to walk down a very long sidewalk. Before I got on I realized my knee was bleeding and one of the older girls on my bus came out and helped me up.
That day I sat in the front seat with her while she put a band aid on my knee. For some reason this action just had me smiling so big and I just felt so happy.
Still 10 years later I don't understand why she made me so happy and so stupid for her.
Love is very weird.
