Will you love me more then her?

Chapter 1


It's a complicated tale that I don't care to get into. Well fine, to be honest it's not that complicated, but I still don't want to get into it.
Winners boast about their wins, and losers try to hide their loses away and forget about them. I was a loser. I fought and was defeated. My self-confidence, others respect for me, all shattered because of my love for that one handsome, disorderly boy.
Love is your need for someone to care for you more then they care for anyone else, someone besides people who have to love you like family.
Well for the longest time I didn't have anyone like that in my life. It's depressing really, a junior in high school and a virgin in every form of the word. Friends sit around gossiping about what their boyfriends prefer, french kissing, or normal kissing, and all you can say is that french kissing looks gross, but what do you know.
I was a junior in high school and I had never been kissed, maybe it just all built up, but I can't convince myself of that. I loved that boy, but as I sit here on the grass he once sat on with me I realize I still love that boy, and now I'm right back where I started, no love.
It's amazing how much pain someone can cause you, I'm sure you know the feeling. It's not really a felling in your heart, though that's how some would express it, but it's more in your stomach, it's an aching feeling. You'll know what I mean if you've felt it before, it doesn't matter if it was true love or not, not having love hurts. However someone once told me that if you're not thinking about it, then you're not making it better.
So I'll tell you the story of how I fell in love with that wondrous, ponderous boy, who would always love her more then me.

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