I've been asking
myself this for years and the only conclusion that I could ever reach was
nothing, zero, none. I think that I'm gonna die alone.
I've spend the
most of my short years reading and watching how people felt in love and then
someone come and broke they heart. I don't really want to seem pessimistic but
that usually happens, I guess it's normal for someone like me being terrified
with the idea of love and avoid that bastard my entire adolescence. So, first
lesson: love sucks.
When I was 15 or
16 years old and the only thing that your friends talk about is boys is very usual
think that you're not belong there, but when you're a teenager, somehow, you
become a little (for not saying a huge) stupid, so the only thing that you
wanted is fit in your gang.
For that reason I
started to meet boys and I don't know how I felt in love, the irony was simply
magnificent, I mean, it seems like a bad joke being in love with a boy who was
the opposite in every sense. At this point I've learn a second lesson: love
makes you so much stupid.
When the
relationship was over and my little heart was broken in so many pieces I've
learn the third and most important lesson: the only person that I would love
more than anybody it's me and only me.
I'm guess that I'm
too young to believe that the first rule is an absolute truth. I mean, who
knows, maybe there is a "happy even after" for everyone.
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