In high school, I fell in love. They were the best eight months of my life. We were our first kisses and we never went any farther. Her parents did not want us together so they did their best for three months to break us up until finally they succeeded. We wrote letters for months until her parents caught that as well. I still love her to this day. This was three years ago and my heart still aches.
I'm in love with two different guys. I'm getting married next year to one and the other is his best man.
So as shown below I'm 15. I'm Arab and Muslim and both my parents would like Me to marry by the time I'm 18. I believe in falling in love and all that bullshit but they're not having any of that. I recently met 2 guys on Kik and really like them both. I try not to get too close though Cause I know It's only temporary and I don't want to feel the pain when someone close to you has to go away.
I just booked a flight, halfway across the country, to meet the man I fell in love with over the internet. I'm leaving in 12 days and my boyfriend of 8 years doesn't know.