A Portrait of Young Love

When I was younger and in love for the first time in my life, it was like the entire world was a flower, blossoming. A flower that had never seen the sunlight. The years before that my existence had been dormant and now I could feel.. I never cried before I fell in love. The world had a new beauty which I had never seen before. I became intrigued about the stars and the sky and by bodies and eyes and facial expressions. I began to read books which touched me, I watched films which sparked something within me and I began to look at and create art, they all made me feel where I once felt nothing. I began to take interest in learning and becoming a person.

I guess that is what’s bad about falling in love at the age of thirteen. It’s true what they say; you’re not old enough or mature enough at such a young age to understand the emotion and it’s complexity… hell I probably still am not old enough (is anyone?). It made me crazy to live, I lived louder and more outrageously than anyone I knew, I was overwhelmed by all this emotion. It ran through my veins, I became psychotic, it consumed me. Going from a child into a teenager in love, what a terrifying shift in mentality.

Reviews

[Alexus Shanae]

Great work, brought me back to the big 13 when i fell in love to. You made great points, ones i never even thought of till now. i never cried, or at least deeply for reason untill after i fell in love, which is when movies i thought were sappy became something i rewinded to watch again...
great work!

[Mind Giant]

That is one of the more solid truths about being human. I like the way you compare it to a flower. We all have been there at one point or another. Great work

[khalid]

first love is never forgetable. although it happens at very early age, it stays in mind for ever. i have really enjoyed this nice writing, only if you can make the font little larger....