my secret.

1.) Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four

I found out what love meant when I saw my recovering grandmother [heart bypass] with my grandfather.

I have never been in love. And it’s okay. I’m only 15. Some of my friends -and a lot of people that I have heard of in school are making an ass out of themselves by stalking and harassing [via flirting] some random guy they had just -or have never- met.

I’m happy I’m not like that.

I hope everybody gets the chance to know what love really means, i really do. Even the biggest bitch in our school deserves to be loved by someone, not by though. But maybe someone that will love her and change her, hopefully.

It just pissess me off when people associate love with just looks, one night stands, fame and very fictional concepts. I believe that love is eternal. I don’t mean to make it sounds like you have to wait 50 years. But it’s something that you have to wait for, it doesn’t happen overnight, it’s not a fling. …it’s something I have yet to understand, learn and feel. It’s something I don’t get because I’m still too young.

And it’s okay, more than okay.