I know that I'm not in love because I know that I'm too immature to love,
Yet if I thought like a true 14 year old, I would think I'm in love.
Thank God I'm not retarded.
I made a wish.
It was for a reason so as not to have to think of him.
And it was granted.
The one thing I had failed to consider, my heart.
It felt things my brain did not, so when I heard those words...
It stung.
It throbbed.
It pained.
I ached.
Why must I be so naïve?
I should have known that it was too good to be true.
I never learn my lesson.
I try my hardest not to like a guy.
Not to the point of being a lesbian, but the point of giving up.
I sigh because that seems so impossible.
