Love

One day Sophomore year my best friend told me that her heart was broken. I didn't really know what that meant because every "I love you" I've ever said was never to a boy I was in love with. & our other best friend told me it wasn't real, that heart break was nothing we could feel. Maybe that was because her father broke her mother & she didn't know what "love" meant. I think we both knew that she gave away "I love you" too easily, but never to the right people.

One day Junior year I met a boy. He was different and he told me that he loved me. I think I loved him, but I was his first girlfriend & his favorite thing to do was run.  Bitch was the 5 letter word that he used to describe me, because I broke his heart. But he broke mine too & we talked it out & now were cool. 

I learned from him that my best friend was not a liar & that my other friend really didn't know anything about love. If she did, she would know that heartbreak isn't literal. It is some sort of realization that you may never feel the way that they made you feel, ever again. It's knowingly putting yourself into the palm of another human, and letting them crush you. I think the worst part is even though they squeezed the love out of you, your heart still finds a way to wonder "what if."