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I was a little tired of seeing some friends act like they were incredibly, over the top, in love. November 1998, 11th grade, age 16

I lay an dlook up wondering.

Will I ever fall in love?

Do the people I see, really feel like it's foever?

Or is their's an act?

I no longer want to act.

I want to feel safe in his arms.

I want to be able to cry, and smile.

To scream and still laugh.

I want to see in his would every time I look in his eyes.

I want it to last.

I want eternal passion.