Love is a disease. A disease of pain, a disease of hurt. It's not the fact of he never wants to see me again. It's the fact we cant see each other ever again. I have this feeling. This feeling that has been cut in half and left with someone who loves me, who really loves me. Loves me for my personality, loves me for who I am and who I want to be in the future. Will it be run-away-marrage? Will it be run-away-pregnantcy-marrage?
Who will ever know? Know the things that lay behind the wall of my skin. The things the world will have waiting for me in the very future. The things that I will have to deal with because life will be taking its course. I'm not talking periods, scars on the skin, or even pregnancy. But I am talking feelings, broken hearts, and love. Who understands love? Who will? I feel like I do. For some reason. I'm only 15 and I dont know if its even love I'm feeling. Please, help me?!


(Based on an old friend.)