by Kaitlyn

Created on: June 30, 2007   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

I fell in "love" many times before. All of my other relationships brought me nothing but heartache. Questions ran through my mind. What if I am not meant to fall in love? What if I never get married? What will happen if I keep searching for something that is not meant to be? What is real love? All questions left unanswered. I have had many boyfriends. Every single one claimed to love me. But what is real love? I ask my self that everyday.

According to the definition, love is:
-A deep and tender feeling of affection to a person.
-Wanting to spend the rest of your life with a person you truly care about.
At a young age, am I supposed to know what real love is?
Love.
Love is openly used among hormonal teenagers.
Is "Love" no longer a meaningful word in a relationship? If so, does that mean I can say that I love every guy I date and it would be okay? Love was extremely confusing.
Then I found Bryan.
You made me wake up with a smile, and sleep peacefully through the night.
I thought of you every second of everyday, you were never off my mind.
You brought me flowers to prove your love. That was sweet but pointless.
As much as I cared for you and you did for me, I still had many questions. Would you cheat on me? Would you dump me? What are you doing right now? Do you think she is better than me? How long will we be together? Do we have real love? I knew that you were blown away with every question I asked. That only meant I cared about you and our relationship. As months went by, I was crazed with questions.
September 5, 2003:
I saw you after school that day with a few of your friends. And as much as I despised them, I did not say a word. I knew that they hated me and it would only cause a fight. When I got to my house, I called you. You were with your friends at the mall. When I ask what time you would be home, you said, "How am I supposed to know?" and then hung up. I called you back and asked, "What the hell is your problem?" You said nothing and only silence spoke. You told me you would call later. Later came and it was not you who called, it one your obnoxious friends. I quickly hung up not wanting to hear his bullshit. Again, my phone rung and I answered it. It was another friend of yours. She asked why I kept calling you. I told her to leave me the hell alone. I know I was wrong to get so mad but I was just annoyed. Third time my phone rang, I answered, "What do you want now!?" I asked impatiently. Same person said to me "Just to let you know, your dumped" and immediately

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