The Rant of a Teenage Girl

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This piece may not be what you are thinking; so before you close out of it because of the title, have a little read.

The Rant of a Teenage Girl-

I want it. That first love. I want the beams that light up the heart, waking the butterflies held captive in the stomach. I want the rush of the rendezvous, the nervous touches.

I want the lustful lip bite, those moments of pause and deep breaths after the seconds you forget to breathe. I want the love.

But, the trust, the faith, the hope is too much. The hurt is too much.

I can hope that love will last forever, that we are forever, but infinity is really just a number before 9 and there are millions of numbers out there. I can hope that the hurt won’t come, trust in myself to be strong and put faith in them to not leave. But, I would be lying to myself because the hurt will come, my faith in you will disappear with you and my trust in myself will shatter as my seams are ripped apart. Can I take that?

And all of this is just the dramatics of the inner workings of a teenager girls brain. But, the truth is we want it all. We want the world. We believe in the hope of the fairy tale, but understand the works of the Grimm’s, so we fear the love and hide in that of the books filling our shelves.

My first love may not be now; I may not be ready. But, one day, I will love like there is no tomorrow, like the night has no end. I will love with everything I have and everything I am. And when I do, I will both die and come more alive than ever. Although. for now, I’ll stay dreaming of the stories until the time comes to write my own.