When you're 15.....(Sophie)

Just recently when I listened to Taylor Swift's song called Fifteen, I thought back of when I was fifteen and my younger years.

Now when it comes to relationship, I am definitely not an expert yet I come back to the words that my mother have told me when I was in my years of knowing everything about love. Ha what I fool I was.
I remember when I was fifteen in my sophomore year in high school, something totally hit me as I take my seat in my biology class. When I left my country, Haiti, I tried to stay in touch with everyone as much as I could and from the lines of mails, I thought that I might have fallen in love with someone who used to be a really close friend of mine. We exchange emails and from then on everything seemed to go well, I felt as if I was climbing stars made of flowers because of this gushy feelings I suddenly had for this young man.

As a silly fifteen year old would do, I started drawing hearts, writing my name and his inside of this powerful hand print heart I have made all around my notebook. Then as I tried it once again, I felt as if something was missing and I felt bad for not reacting to the way I should. This feeling kept on knocking at my door as I get to my junior year in high school. Note that it was a relationship happening in two different countries, for he was in Haiti and I was in Florida. In my junior year I started to grow apart from this relationship because first of all, I felt wrong for being in a a so called relationship at such an age my parents forbid to have a relationship. Second of all as I read between the lines of his email, I couldn't tell whether I was his friend or his girlfriend. In my senior year, I lost control of where this relationship was going because he mentioned celebrating 5 years of relationship with each other. Oh! my gosh, I knew that I should act on it when I kept on getting red lights. Red lights not because he was a bad guy (Believe me, he is definitely not a bad guy) but red lights because I just didn't feel it was right to keep on going in a relationship without telling my parents.

Finally, I decided that it was best for this relationship (a so called one) to come to an end. I felt bad because I didn't really want to break his heart but I had to do what is best for him and for me. At that age I felt as if my only worries were "Who's going to love me" rather than loving myself first and being sure that God had always me first. I had to end it because I wasn't ready and now I take seriously the essentials of what makes a relationship.
He and I we stayed friends, we talk from now and then but I don't think I would ever go back.
And seriously I felt like a prisoner and felt like I was cheating if I made my "Manly" comments on other guys
Remark I said "Manly" comment not flirt.
My friends can not get enough of these jokes :)
Until then
Here's to "True Love"

Main point. Relationships are a big dea