Love, love, love.

People always try to say "You're too young to know what real love is." Well, I think there's just more to it than that. I'll admit that a lot of young people who claim "love" have no idea what they're talking about. However, there are exceptions. Maybe they're eight, maybe they're twelve, maybe they're fifteen. And they meet that special person. Or maybe they've always known them. Maybe they "date". Maybe they're just really close friends. But there is obviously something there. It's like those days in early spring, when it's sunny and warm, but not quite warm enough to wear summer clothes just yet. But you put on your shorts and tank top and flip flops anyway because you just can't stand to wait any longer. Naturally, you end up regretting it, but those few moments when the sun is shining on you and the wind stops blowing and you taste the summer to come almost make up for it. That's what young love is. You see what might be, could be, in the future, and you go ahead and dive in before you're really ready. And so you end up with some bitterness and heartache, but there are also moments of inexplicable beauty and joy that make you realize just how grand and adventurous love can be.

You're never too young to love. Young love is pure love. Young love is love without constraints, without reservations, without baggage.

And it's true, what they say about your first love. There will always be a place for them in your heart.

Trust me, at the ripe old age of eighteen (ha ha), I know.