"What do you wish for," I read to myself on the Internet. The question was a title of an article about a group of children who were adopted from China. I sat there and pondered the question while waiting for my love to call after he finished his homework. After a good ten minutes I pulled out a notepad and a pen from the drawer in my desk. I began to write:
What I wish for...
I wish the world would stop trying to tell me that he and I won't last. Being 15 and in love isn't easy. There are all sorts of things out there that try to discourage you. I know my parents are trying to tell me I'm not just to keep me safe from any possible heartbreak, but I'm old enough to take care of my own love life. I wish they'd be more supportive of something that might be possible. That is all I wish for.
I shook my head and put the paper away. "It will never happen," I thought to myself, "the world is too critical to see that I might actually know what love is. Regardless, I believe I have it right. Catching my attention, my blue cellphone rang. It was him. I picked up the phone, smiled, and greeted him with an energetic "Hello!" My tone of voice said one thing but I was still pondering that question: "Why can't society stop being so critical for once?"
