Much, more than words.

I like the days when boys were written down on paper listed on your top 5, instead of you carrying them in your heart. When you would brag about how cool your parents were, instead of talking about how they now ruin your lives. When the only reason you didn’t want to get out of bed for school was because you were sleepy, and now it’s because each day is a struggle. When hide and seek was the coolest game, instead of guys seeing how many girls they can go out with at one time. When you wished upon birthday candles, and now you wish on a boy who is holding your heart. The days when you were just a kid who still had the innocence, and now you’re a young adult who knows that everything has changed.

True love cannot be defined by any means. It is a cluster of adjectives. It’s crazy, passionate, complicated, painful - but most importantly, true love is real. It’s that feeling of being inexplicably drawn to another person. Love isn’t about finding someone who you can escape reality with, it’s about finding someone who makes reality worthwhile.

Maybe it’s true what they say - there are some people you encounter in life whom you never really get over. No matter how many other better people you meet; people who treat you better and love you better, in the back of your mind there is always that one person whom you can’t quite completely forget.