Of all my lies, yours cut the deepest.

I’ll always be there for you.

I met the love of my life at 15. If you don’t know what the Love of Your Life is, they are a God, a driving force for change.

I met the love of my life at 15, at a time when I wasn’t looking for love or any of its lesser siblings. I wasn’t looking for love, I was waiting for life and I found it. I found life and with it came all of the love.

I met the love of my life at 15. He was mean in a time when boys treated girls like princesses, and maybe that was the reason I liked him. Because he didn’t treat me like something to be coddled. He was brash and beautiful with a rough exterior.

I met the love of my life at 15 and the first time he told me he loved me sounded nothing like I had heard the other girls talk about. They all had stories about flowers and gardens and sparks they could feel but couldn’t see. The first time he told me he loved me, there were no sparks that I couldn’t see nor flowers or blushing, only tears, and that made me love him even more. We were different, we stood out!

I met the love of my life at 15 and he never promised me the world. He never said he would make me his queen like I heard the other boys tell the other girls. Boys who had no real hope of ever becoming king.

I met the love of my life at 15 and he never told me I was beautiful. He simply said that I was enough for him and said he would make do. He never told me that I was the most beautiful girl he ever saw or that I made his heart skip a beat. No, he showed me how beautiful some of the other girls were but said he would stay with me. He chose me, he loved me.

I met the love of my life at 15 and he never told me he needed me, only showed me.

I met the love of my life at 15 and it was the biggest mistake of my life.