A tragic love story, Anonymous (16)

I was in 9th grade when I met him. To be honest, I didn't quite know what love was, but I when I heard the word, I thought of red roses or expensive dinners. But I never thought I would ever truly understand. And when I saw him, it wasn't love at first sight, I gradually got to know him and it took a while for me to understand that he was everything I was looking for. We weren't quite friends, but I was so head over heels for him. And I knew he didn't even like me back, he just filled my life with so much color and so much happiness, I don't think I could ever turn back. There was surely no way that I could ever live without him. Honestly, I hate it when people try to talk to me about it or comfort me, and the first thing they ask is "How long were you two together?" As if how long a relationship was determined how much pain you feel. Unrequited love hurts as much as requited love. But the euphoria I got out of it was immaculate and so addictive that this love soon became a drug. To live without it seems absurd, but I have to. And it's the most terrifying thing I've ever felt.