It’s a very difficult thing, being in love. I remember being 15 and so hopeful that the love of my life would come striding through the door with a goofy grin and a sign that read,
“BECCA, I’M YOURS.” Of course, nothing is ever this easy. I consciously knew that my idea of love was likely askew and that nothing could possibly be so perfect, but what can I say? It’s hard to get past the fantasy of romance movies and fanfiction to clear your idea of the world. I remember very distinctly praying that I would only have one boyfriend in my whole life, the one I would marry. Regardless of my spiritual request, this didn’t happen.
When I was 15, I met Cole. He was sweet and popular, which is the only thing I was looking for at 15. That relationship ended abruptly when it seemed that everyone except for me knew how infatuated he was with my best friend. I ate some ice cream, listened to Taylor Swift, and by 15.5, I got over it. The next year, there was Harry. He was rather lovely and cared immensely for me, but his family moved to Germany six months later and left me to my ice cream and Taylor Swift again. Then we had Chris, James, and Logan. All of which inevitably failed. Guys just didn’t seem to be my thing.
By the time I was well into my 17th year of life, I had far more important things to think about than my quest for love. I was an honor scholar and managed to sail through my senior year of high school with flying colors a whole year in advance. Missing out on senior year wasn’t a big deal for me, I was far too focused to party or go about the normal festivities with my classmates. It was directly after I got my diploma that I got my letter from the London Metropolitan University in London, England, where I intended to study in English Education and music. I always dreamed of being a professor at a big time university and this was my first step. Music has always been my passion, but education came first.
I packed my bags, gave tearful goodbyes to my dad and older sister, and boarded a plane to Australia. Little did I know, my quest for love had begun and I hadn’t even tried.
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Here's to Teenage Memories // L.H
FanfictionBecca Elliot is a spit-fire genius with a smart mouth and a one-way ticket to London. Her only ambition is to further her education, but will all of that change when she finds herself faced with a sweet Australian musician? Becca falls head-over-hee...
