| Okay. Call me crazy for putting Josh's picture on this page. We're on my front porch, and Danial took that picture with me in it, even though I didn't want to be in it. I don't love Josh. That's not why he's on this page. The only reason why he's on this page is because I had a "past" with him. Plus he was the only guy that I cared for a lot after Daniel and I broke up. You've probably noticed that most of my poems are about love. Well, some of them are about my feelings towards Josh. I guess you can figure out which ones. He taught me a lot about letting go and being happy again. Don't get me wrong. I still get depressed sometimes. But everybody does. It's just that some people, like me, get depressed more than others. Part of me believes in love and the other one doesn't. I know that true love does exist, because I was truly in love with a guy before. The part of me that doesn't believe in love is the one that hasn't found it since my first boyfriend, Daniel. I was never big on patience. I'm still not. I just want to have love back in my life so much. It's like all of my other friends are in love with their girlfriends and boyfriends, and it's like I'm left. I guess that you could say I am jealous, and I'll admit it. After you lose your first love, it's hard to bring love back into your life. You don't want to cry so much all over again. You don't want to put up with heartache. You don't want to get hurt. I know I don't. I only felt half the pain with Josh that I felt with Daniel. Daniel doesn't look nearly as good as Josh either. But looks shouldn't be what determines if you love somebody. It's your heart. And I must say though, Daniel was the best thing that ever happened to me. There will always be a place in my heart that still loves him. He treated me like a princess, and I guess I took him forgranted. I was the happiest girl on Earth when I was with him. And I'm stupid for ever letting him go, and I hate myself for it. But that's life. It's like a battle that I just don't feel like I can win. No matter how hard I try. Daniel and I are not talking anymore. We kissed once after we broke up, and then he said that I was telling a bunch of girls to stay away from him. If he wants to think that, fine. I know that I never said a thing to any girl. Now I'm wondering why I'm even bothering to stay alive. I feel there's nothing to really live for. Except for the fact that I might, by some miracle, one day fall in love again. Until then, I will never by fully happy, or at peace. |