What Love Meant….
When I was 9, love meant being the class monitor so the boy I liked would only look at me with undivided attention at least once a day.
When I was 10, love meant being the best at “Pepsi-Cola 123” so that the boys would always ask you to join them at recess, and you could step on the foot of the boy you liked cos he liked the stupid crybaby attention-seeking whore.
When I was 11, love was ignoring the boy you liked even though I was exploding with joy cos the teacher just assigned us as desk partners for the entire semester.
When I was 12, love was gathering all the courage I had to ask the boy I liked to write in my autograph book. :)
When I was 15, love meant waking up earlier to take the train and eat McBreakfast with you.
When I was 16, love meant going to every game you had, even though I had better things to do.
When I was 17, love meant telling your new girlfriend every thing you liked and disliked because she didn’t have a clue about you, and she never did :/
When I was 18, I wasn’t in love with you, so I waited for you to cheat and when you did I was over the moon :)))
When I was 19, love made me go long distances.
When I was 20, love meant tolerance. Love meant waiting for the door that never opened, love meant being content looking at your back.
When I was 23, love meant over looking every flaw, love meant compromise, love meant forgiveness, love meant treasuring the moment.
When I was 24, love was when you walked down the street that day, love meant conquering distances, love meant letting you go.
Now that I am 25, love owes me an apology for making such a fool out of me. Its not that I don’t believe in love, I just need to learn how to trust it.
