Beyond the late night talks on the phone and hiding from your parents will be screaming of "no", "stop", "I know you want it". You'll grow out of the awkward and one day, your limbs will feel like home and your skin will become armor.

Will you go out with me? Those words won't mean as much as it'll be over soon, baby. Sneaking out to go to the park always ends in sneaking out in the morning. The walk of shame becomes routine and you'll forget the hip hugger jeans and the training bras.

Your first heartbreak won't be your last so don't worry--you won't marry the one with sweaty palms and stutter. When he takes you to the mall now, you won't hang out in arcades. You'll start to feel dead roses growing from each crevice of your body but don't cut them; nurture them so they'll grow into the reds I know you can be.

Find your home away from home because when Daddy tells you that you're too young to be in love, fight him and run home. Home is where you make it, whether it's in someone's arms or a corner of the universe where you and the alley cat know. Fall in love with your best friend. Kiss her, and don't feel bad about the lies they tell you in church. Love is love, not what Adam and Eve decided. If you like kissing her, keep doing it and tell her that when the sun sets, her eyes blend in with the rising night. Wish upon those stars so you'll remember those summers spent together. If you don't like kissing her, stop.

Kiss what you like. Kiss everything you touch. Because your kisses are diamonds and someone wants to find the treasure. Fall in love over and over until your t-shirts hug your curves and your jeans are the shade of blue that matches your eyes.