shiny & new

Yup, just joined mibba, so this is my first journal on here. Please don't eat me XD

I'm in a rambly, journally mood so I'll outlet that here.

I've been thinking a lot about love.

Way back when, I had this bloke. Name of David. Thought I loved him. Then thought I was too young for love. Then he dumped me and I thought I had been in love but stupid to realise it.

Took me time, but I realised he wasn't worth the gum on my shoes. (I'm really pissed off about that, I love those shoes).

'Bout that time I got asked out by a bloke called James. Didn't last.

A couple weeks after I dumped James I lost my virginity in a disabled toilet because this guy wanted me to. Then I got sick of being used.

2 days later, I went to the house of a friend of mine. I met him the day James asked me out.

I told him about the toilet, and he hugged me. He forgave me. And I, being the idiot that I am, fell in love with the poor sod.

We lasted 2 months before I dumped him. I got scared.

I thought I'd be better off single, til I saw him with another girl. Led me to be near-suicidal. Instead though, I did the sensible thing, spoke to him, and now we're back together.

and engaged.

So that's it, right? I have my fairy-tale happily ever after?

Then why does this guys best friend get me riled up with a single look after one conversation about the existence of love?

Is it really possible for a 15 year old to fall in love?