Oh, Daily Post, are you reading my diary? You asked what love is…and I think I’m going to read through the answering posts to see if anyone has an answer.
because last night he said
“I love you”
Out of the blue
And I said it too…
I think it was true.
He’d never said it before, and I wished I could say the same
I’ve loved, but he didn’t want to know their names
And he’s right, they don’t matter anymore
Honestly, I’ve never felt like this before
Love is different at thirteen, and fifteen, and now
Did I love those boys? Did I even know how?
I’m still not sure that I know what it means
But I want him, I need him – that’s enough for me
I’ll admit that I’m scared that I might be wrong
That I don’t really get what they say in those songs
But I’ll try, and I’ll care, and I’ll do what I can
And then someday, somehow, maybe I’ll understand
© Victoria Morrison 2015