Every time we talk about the future, we both hope that we're together for ever and live happily for ever. I could easily do that with you. I love you. You're my first love.
We say we'd love to be together forever, but we both know we won't because it's so unlikely. Deep down, I want to. Everytime we think we won't, it kills me a little bit. Maybe because it's true.
The worst part is that I'm only 16, and in love.