the story and ponderings of my love life
i was thirteen years old when i met my first real boyfriend. boy #1.
we fell in love, grew up, experimented, did the whole shebang.
we broke up when i was sixteen. i met the intriguing, brooding bad boy #2 that seemed to complement me in ways that my first love could not.
of course, life tore us apart.
boy #3 occurred when i spent my senior summer at a music camp. he was also troubled, like myself, but was also very inexperienced. we ended as the summer did. he lived two hours away.
now, i have fallen for boy #4. he is a few years younger than me, and so naive and innocent. full of life, really. i don’t want to be his bitter wake up call.
but i don’t know how long we can hide from our differences.