14 years old. Love, real love. Hitting me like a truck in the form of a tomboyish brunette with eyes that cut me. Falling for your best friend is stupid but amazing. I'd still recommend it anyway. Secret dating, holding hands under the blanket. Parents find out anyway, assure me of the "phase."
Broken Heart. Crushed. Dumped for my other best friend. I tell them to be together because their happiness exceeds my own in importance. My love comes back, cheats on me, and goes back again. It's a cycle. I'm being torn apart in the cross-fire of my love and her lackadaisical manner. My heart is glass and she's throwing it up higher and higher to see