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Teenage love

Teenage love

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 22, 2019
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Romance
Teenage Love is the type of love that blossoms within. It's the type of love that you know in your heart is real, yet everyone around you is telling you that you're "too young" to know what love is and what it feels like. With teenage love, you somehow are able to ignore everyone else's opinions because you know. You know that what you have is real. I mean, in all honesty, who knows how longs it's going to last? That's the thrill of it you see? The thrill of knowing that in any moment something could happen that would make it all come crashing down, but you're willing to take the risk if it means you get to feel that amazing, yet confusing thing that we call teenage love. Now, if you are one of the unlucky souls who are chosen to experience teenage love then you ate trapped. There is nothing you can do to avoid it. No matter what you do or where you run you will always be a victim of teenage love. The question is are you going to make it past teenage love into the next stage? Or, are you going to be one of the few who has to go through pain of heartbreak from teenage love? Like I had said, you don't get to pick. You don't get to pick to be a part of the rollercoaster that is teenage love, and you most definitely do not get to pick whether you make it through, or if you crash and burn in a pile of pain, loss, and heartbreak. I mean who knows...you might end up with both. You may be asking yourself how do I know so much on teenage love, and the answer is simple. I, Samantha Davis, was a victim of teenage love. Now if you are one of the chosen who have been sucked into the hurricane of emotions known as teenage then you might want to listen to my story and take some note because believe me, it can be one hell of a ride.
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*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

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