I think love is a really weird thing. At first you fall in love, and it’s amazing. The only thing you can think about is that person. You get happy when you see them, and when you talk with them.
But suddenly you begin to miss this person, every time you’re alone. In the start it doesn’t matter so much, but later on it’s just painful to think so much about somebody. After sometime you realize that this person doesn’t like you that way. Then you just begin to wish you never meet this person, or just wish that your feelings towards this person would disappear.
Of course it doesn’t always end up like that. Sometimes you get lucky, and the person you are in love with, likes you back. But sometimes you just don’t have the courage to tell this person your feelings, and you’ll never know if your feelings are returned.
When I was little, I ‘fell in love’ often. Every week, I got a new crush. But of course none of those ‘crushes’ was real love. It was just a children’s game.
My first serious crush was a special case. It was in 7. grade, and the person I fell in love with, was a girl. Not only was I confused over the feelings you get, when you fall in love. But at the same time I had to deal with the fact, that it was a girl. I felt really weird and bizarre, and didn’t know what to do.
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