Felicity

I didn't know the meaning of love until I was 10 years old. His name was Daniel and he still thought girls had cooties. I couldn't blame him, although it did not help me in my pursuit for his heart.

I am 13 years old now, and it's been two years since I last saw him. As ridiculous as it is, I haven't stopped loving him. Many people tell me I'm too young to know what love is, but I don't think that's true. What else can explain the feeling I get when I think about him? Last time I checked, humans don't have butterflies growing in their tummies. None of my other friends have ever felt this way even though they have had twice as many boyfriends than me. I think that what holds their relationship together is the genuine curiosity that teenagers often have; a curiosity of what it's like to be older and more mature.