I just turned 16, which means I’m now ‘old enough’ to date. And I can’t stop thinking about it.
All my life, I’ve been drepressed, or numb. I don’t know what love feels like anymore… I knew it, once, with a boy… he was–is–a wonderful person. I think I still love him, but force myself to make it only as family-like friend. He made me happy… made me feel like I could be loved. Like I belonged somewhere… with him. Like I had a place in a world I didn’t know yet.
Of course, it ended… we lived–live–in different states, and the distance was too great… […]