I work with young folks everyday–dramatic, hopeful, insecure, eager, impressionable, resilient, their fear of failure, but willingness to take risks–I know they’re not always focused in class, and not that I want to know what’s really going on in their heads, but looking back, I’m reminded that I don’t miss those years. But oh, teenage love…you know the kind… the blissful, sentimental, angst-filled, lustful, irrational, over-romanticized feelings of teenage love. I’m glad I don’t have to repeat you. Here are some submissions:
I said you’re arrogant, cocky, and obnoxious, but I was screaming in my head, “YOU’RE PERFECT, I LOVE YOU!”
I know you like her. Everyone knows. You don’t see the bad side in her though, she uses people. By the way, I liked you first…
You’re so fucking full of brilliance. I seriously wish that there were more guys like you, so I wouldn’t have to worry about losing you so much.
You spent two years of your life chasing after me, telling me you loved me and I ignored you. I was getting sick of you following me around like a puppy. A couple of days ago you told me you were over me and I felt physically sick and distraught. What have I done to myself?
I know I blew it. I should have told you I think I’m in love with you. I wish I could have last year back so that I could do things over again and tell you how I REALLY feel. Not mince words, not downplay things, not hope you read between the lines. And for a long time to come, so many things will make me think of you, regret what I did and didn’t do, and I’ll hope that I’ll get another chance.
I remember you holding that chair over my head. I look at the bruises you give me and it kills me. I walk down that alleyway just because I know it will hurt me. The worst thing is that nobody knows. I love you too much to stop this.
