love

when I think back on it, I know I did love him.
I loved him as much as a 16 year old girl could love a boy who didn't love her back.
I can't say it was real love, because I have absolutely no idea what real love is, but maybe, it could've been. who knows?

we've gone our seperate ways, and I'm ok with that, but I'll always care for him.
he still stirs up all of the good feelings he always brought out in me and he probably always will.
In the years to come, I think I'll still jump at the chance to be with him.

I'll probably find someone that I will love more than him, who will love me back, just as much, but J will always be the first guy I really fell for, the first guy who broke my heart.