Young Love.

I had a boyfriend when I was much younger. Could have sworn it was real love. Now that I am older, and wiser, I realise it was really only an infatuation. Puppy Love. It was my first almost-'adult' relationship, a relationship unlike any I had enjoyed previously, and those new found feelings lead me to believe that is what love is.

It wasn't until the following relationship that I learned what love actually is. Yes, I understand and accept that this following relationship may have only been interpreted as love because it was a relationship unlike any I had enjoyed previously. However upon comparison, the following is much more like what I imagined love to be than the first. And it was actually a grown up relationship, none of that teenage drama.

The part that seals the deal for me; makes me believe the following is actual love, is the comparison of pain I felt when both relationships didn't work out. The first one hurt, even though I ended it, however the lead up was obvious and I got over it in about a week. The second one, I'm still not over. It felt like my heart failed. Literally, stopped beating. My breath caught in my throat. My mind emptied but for the single thought that it's over. Then it sped up twice it's normal speed to catch up, bringing tears with it. Once I had calmed down my mind kicked in to defend the love, and I tried every reason under the sun, to no avail. I concluded that he was stupid.

If it's true love, real love, you never stop loving them, no matter what happens.