It's stupid.
I'm fourteen, and I'm in love.
Is that even possible?
He makes it all feel right. Not in the sexual way you're thinking, you pervert.
He's become my life.
At first, I couldn't understand how he could love me. I didn't believe him when he said it.
But, now, I'm just as deep in this shitty emotion called love.
I know it sounds crazy, and when I heard couples our age saying "I love you", I remember thinking how complete idiotic they must be. I mean, we're fourteen.
That they have delusioned themselves into thinking it's love, but it's really just the thrill of it all.
Am I in love with the thrill of being in love, or actually in love with him?
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