The funny thing is, I fell in love for the first time in the 8th grade too...almost in that exact situation. It takes a lot for your idea of love to mature, but once you find that one person, you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this is love. You know that there is no way that any type of love can even compare to it. But you also know that, no matter how far you grow away from people, if you ever truly loved them, they will always have a place in your heart. But, quite frankly (and I'm not even sure of your situation), I think you're looking for something more than the weak-kneed, goggly-eyed love. You're looking for the love that will last. It will find you, I promise
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thats the one verse I keep in mind about this type of subject. And it might be why I am the way I am.
But yes, I want more than the weak-kneed, goggly eyed love. I want the speechless encounters by moonlight and endless tickle fights in the most random of places, the everlasting smile that makes my head buzz. Something a bit more naseous than a romantic chick flick.
And sometimes I think it's wrong for me to want this type of feeling, but it's not selfish in anyway, because I'd probably make a person feel this way.
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thats the one verse I keep in mind about this type of subject. And it might be why I am the way I am.
But yes, I want more than the weak-kneed, goggly eyed love. I want the speechless encounters by moonlight and endless tickle fights in the most random of places, the everlasting smile that makes my head buzz. Something a bit more naseous than a romantic chick flick.
And sometimes I think it's wrong for me to want this type of feeling, but it's not selfish in anyway, because I'd probably make a person feel this way.
eigth grade was the best.
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