The Truth About Falling In Love Young

This is my story about falling in Love young. I’m writing thing so if it ends, I’ll always be able to remember the feelings. Everyone has a different story so please share yours if so.

I met him when I was only fifteen, he was thirteen, I knew absolutely nothing about Love, but of course thought I did because I was fifteen and “knew everything” I wanted him the second I met him and it was like once we talked, there was a connection that I still to this day have never experienced. The second I gave him my number we have been in love for now seven years. He is twenty and I am twenty two. Now yes loving someone that long is beautiful and I love him in ways I couldn’t express but it wasn’t always picture perfect. There have been lies on his part and a lot of forgiveness on mine because we were so young and I guess neither of us really knew the right things to say or do. Two breakups. One less than a year ago where he completely shut me out for two months. We found eachother again. It’s been a lot of work, hard work, forgiveness. The hardest part of falling in Love is when you grow up loving someone, you learn how to be their partner in my opinion, not your own person, so when he left I was crushed, I didn’t know who I was without him which sounds pathetic. I cried for weeks, read milk and honey about ten times, and even turned to partying trying to figure out who I was. Things are not going well right now, I’m so in love but so in the mindset of I am terrified and don’t want to be left again but I know I can not be dependent. There is a such thing as right person wrong time. You know the feeling where you don’t want anyone to even trace their skin, that’s how I’m feeling, regardless of the outcome of our talk tomorrow, I will always know my love story wasn’t easy, it wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t a fairytale, but I can say I learned how to love someone in the most beautiful ways.