I was 12 years old when the thought first came to mind, the thought of me not being here, the thought of peace, feeling free and not having a single worry in the world. How pathetic i let a stupid boy make me feel this way, he wasn’t even mine. I dug myself out of the darkness and got into self care. For about a year nothing worked. Everything was him. Every boy was him or at least i wanted every boy to be him. I turned to older boys but they were all the same. Until I met him. He was the one. In fact. He is the one. He made my sunshine on the rainiest of days and made my smile bright when my clouds were dark. We fight, we argue, we break up. But everything has always been okay in the end. You, my love. Have made me realise that love may be real after all. Not all men are the same and you, my love, pulled me out of the storm.