"Told me they loved me. Sometimes it was a lie, sometimes out of guilt, maybe a parental or familial love, a friendship love, and surely now it is a real, true, vivid love from a man to a woman. Any time I was told I was loved though, it filled me with a swelling, like my chest filled with packing peanuts (because they are light and airy and compactible, like love).
The first time a boy told me he loved me, it felt good. I was euphoric because of it, but when he told me stopped loving me, I realized he never loved me to begin with. It made me sad because if you love someone, you will never stop loving them. No matter how badly they hurt you, once you learned to love them, it is so hard not to love them again.
I have now found true love in a man that loved me from the exact moment he laid eyes on me (kid you not, it was love at first sight, for him). I hurt his heart pretty bad by rejecting him, but he came back thinking he had stopped loving me and by this time, I had grown enough to love him too. Luckily for me, I was given a second chance, and he absolutely loved the fact that I love him too!
Just remember, love is a fickle thing and it can cause you to do some stupid things, and some very, very smart ones."
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