I’m only seventeen, and I don’t think I know anything about being in love. I think I was close once, maybe twice. I fell for this girl who made me want to branch out into new things and live a new kind of life. It didn’t work out like I had hoped though and I ended up spending three years as a second choice. It’s okay though, I think I’m over it. I don’t think this is love either, but it really like this boy, and he makes me want to be a better person. But I’m off to college and I don’t think we have enough time to even get to know each other, so that probably won’t work out like I hope either. That okay too though, I’m sure whatever love is, someday I’ll find it.