In love? You're just a kid. You don't know what love is.
But you can't even breathe the same way when he's with someone else.
You wish you were the last two on the planet, as cliché as that sounds.
You love all the little things he does.
Like maybe when he takes a drag off his cigarette, kisses you, then exhales.
It brightens up your face, doesn't it? Yeahh.
Then, every time you smile, if he looks at you, he sees those big cheeks and smiles back.
He doesn't care if your teeth aren't perfect. He looks inside and appreciates who you are and have been.
He knows he's not perfect. But in your eyes, he is.
You look past who he was, love him for who he is now, and can't wait to see who he is in the future.
That is, if you two make it that far.
When he smiles at her, you sob inside, sometimes out, and feel like you're not good enough.
He always makes everything better though. At least, most of the time.
The both of you could be in total darkness, and he still knows when somethings wrong.
Even if he doesn't hear your little sniffles every now and then.
You look up photobucket quotes, and favor the one that says
“Guys aren't worth your tears, and the one who is... won't make you cry.”
But it's not him that makes you cry. If it is, it's because you're engulfed by happiness.
But it's the situations that break you down. Everything around you.
Everything thats going on at this very moment. You can't stand it.
You wish everything would go back to the way things use to be.
When he lived a few blocks away. When he wouldn't let you break up with him and vice versa.
When you hid behind your hands every time he made you smile,
and then peeked out at him through your fingers.
It feels too good to be true. And you're right.
You feel like you'll lose him at any moment. And petrified that you will.
He already cheated on you, but you're willing to look past that.
Hoping that it won't happen again. Being cheated on hurts.
You won't cheat on him, ever. He means too much to you.
He's like air, or something like that. You need him.
But you hate being clingy and having so much jealousy.
You heard some girl in class say “it'll be six months this Friday.”
You're happy for her, but filled with so much jealousy that she made it that far with her boyfriend.
You're so scared that your relationship will end before tomorrow.
He says he wants to have a baby with you, and make the relationship last forever.
You can't have that though. You're way too young. And so scared you won't be a good mother.
He always says he loves you. But what if he really doesn't. What if its some other girl?
That thought comes to mind every time you two are having a “moment.”
Like that time you two were kissing, intimately if I may add, and it just didn't feel right.
It's like you could read his mind. And even if you can't, you think he's thinking about her.
This thought just makes you want to die.
Just take a fucking knife and stab it straight through you're stomach.
Maybe even rip the knife around a little and watch your organs fall out.
Or take a shower, get really clean, and then tarnish the white porcelain with red.
It's not your only option, but it feels like the best option.
You just can't take it anymore.

But you stay alive because you don't want to hurt him by adding to his list of deceased friends.