It's kind of a funny story

I didn't post for almost a year. Why? Because I lived IRL. I fell in love for the first time. I found out he was a douche, but only after he already broke my heart, probably without knowing. I got my first male best friend. He fell in love with me. I didn't fall in love with him. We became a couple. I didn't fall in love with him. I graduated high school. I had very good grades. My first love finally paid attention to me. I broke up with my boyfriend. I applied to university. I made out with my first love. I faught with my first love. I didn't get a reply from my first love. Now I'm back. Posting again. Hopefully more consistently and hopefully more orginals.
Love x

You were my first love
I was your first kiss
Now you're the one I miss.
At my window there's a turtle dove
I want to shoot at it
I don't want to be kind
But I know I'd miss that hit
I scream too loud when I speak my mind. 

You have to see the difference between the story and the ending.
The story isn't bad just because it did not end well.

Being 18 is weird.
At 18 we've finished school.
We fell in love.
We've had our hearts broken.
We've gotten our driver's license.
And still we are called young and cute.
And the heartbreaks feel like they'll last an eternity.
But at the same time we still believe.
We look at our parents and see what we can have, or what we'll fight to avoid.
Our childhood might be over, but our lives are ahead.