When I was 13, I thought I experienced love at first sight.
When I was 14, I thought love was the best thing in the world.
When I was 15, I learned about loving myself.
When I was 16, and I didn’t believe love existed.
Now I’m 17, and I hate love.
Now I’m 18, and I’ve never been so in love, with myself and with my girlfriend.
Now I’m 19, and the only thing that changed is that now it hurts to love you
Now I’m 23, and extremely happy for you and have nothing but love for you:)
Now I’m 23, and had two pretty long, pretty serious relationships, and truthfully, neither of them made me feel the way I do right now. You may have been my first love, because those relationships after you never felt right, but this? This bullshit? I don’t even really know what this is but I know it’s gonna fuck me up.
Now I’m 24, and I’m learning the art of letting you go. I do hope you come back to me mi vida, and I will always love you and I will 100% fold anytime you call.












