My 'Love' Story

I've always found it difficult to distinguish between love and infatuation. The two are very similar yet undeniably different. Infatuation is a like a good knock off of an expensive brand, cheap and short lasting, while love is priceless and ever lasting. Take a designer bag and a cheaper knock off version of it for example, the appearance of the two are almost identical but the material, the foundation of it all are completely different. When it is described like that you may wonder how I find it so difficult to tell the difference, well you see it's simple, I'm just a frightened and confused 17 year old girl with quite a lot of thoughts, worries, doubts and fears.

My experience with love and infatuation isn't like that of the usual teenage girl. I've never been the girl to chase after boys, to go to discos and try and fish a couple boys out of the sea (which I'm told is full of them). No, I was in fact the complete opposite. I was against the whole idea of sticking my tongue down another person's throat so I could fit in and have the stupid title of friget removed , or have my first kiss with someone I'd barely know. Those things never appealed to me. I wanted them to be something special with someone special, unique events that I could later proudly tell as stories.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't nor have I ever had a fear of talking or communicating with boys, that fear is equally shared with both genders, young and old. My shy exterior usually explained why I hated huge social gatherings with people I was unfamiliar with, therefore no one usually questioned me for my lack of male attention. Before you start to think 'Maybe she doesn't know any guys' or anything like that, I do have male friends and I am rather close to a few of them, one in particular, and this my friend, is where my story begins.