My innocent love story

When your young you think you know so much but actually know so little. Adults always tell you that your just a child that you wont understand. Some times that’s not true and tell them that its not but most of the time us kids don’t realize what we don’t know. We think we are always right, never wrong, its either our way or no way. That’s how we make mistakes some times. Now a days so many people talk about love .What love is, how it feels like, if it really exist. I’m only fifteen I cant really talk to much about. I could say all of the things I think about it but after some years I might think another thing. I use to think that love is a really pointless thing to talk about. Something that people talk to much about. There are times that I feel something; recently I’ve been feeling that something more than before. Last year I thought I knew everything about love, I thought I experienced it myself. When your young some of the feelings you may feel are not the felt for the reason you think they are felt. Someone so young as me can easily misunderstand a feeling thinking its love when it’s really not. There’s this guy now I wont say name, I’ll call him George like George Clooney the one man no one can call ugly. When I fist meet George I didn’t think much of him. His looks are average, the only thing that stands out are his eyes. I wish I could describe them but I cant because I’ve only seen them from far away, when his close I don’t have the guts to look at him straight in the eyes. From far away they look greenish like the water in a fishbowl, a dirty kind of fishbowl. His nose is long like Sqikwerd from SpongeBob. His just not ugly at all, some girls say his really cute at first sight, I say his average, unless I like the person I don’t usually say there cute or anything. I’ve known him for about a year and something now, the whole school year last year we didn’t really talk to each other maybe one or two words. We really started to become friends in summer camp, we talked and played like little kids. To be truthfully I always thought he was mean and hated me. You could say this is an example of what I was talking about, I thought I knew about him just by seeing how he acted and all but I was wrong. I thought he was a suck up, always wanted to be number one. I was really surprise when people asked for volunteers he never once volunteered . I then went from hating him to admire him, I admire his hard work and afford.He may not have volunteered for somethings but that was only because he knew how to do them and wanted to give others a chance,I would have thought he would had been a showoff.I wanted to be his rival, I wanted to be as good as him or try to be better. Then I kind of thought he was too good to be my rival, I didn’t deserve to be next to his level. At the beginning of the year I found myself wanting to see him. We never had any classes together; thankfully he was in raiders with me.If you dont know what raiders is well its just a jrotc team that does really hard workout. That first day of practice, when I saw him I got supper happy. He didn’t look different, looked exactly the same. I think it’s the way I looked at him was different. He would be mean to me, never smile at me, looking at me like he hated me, and ignoring me sometimes. I got sad for some time but than I got full with joy not letting him get to me. Every time he would be mean to me I would smile or laugh and get happy. As time passed he became a bit nicer to me. He would always tell me he didn’t like me so I would tell him the same. In reality I liked him. One day he asked me if I wanted to be his enemy, for some reason at that moment I got really happy. I accepted with a huge smile in my face. I still don’t know what’s love and don’t know if what Im feeling is love. The other day after practice I looked at George and smiled at him, he smiled back. He never has done that, he smiled at me before but mocking me not as smiling back. I always loved his smile, I think it’s the prettiest one I’ve ever seen on a guy. Some times when I see his smile I smile wide and get all happy. Other times I look at it carefully trying to get a mental picture of it. I really don’t care being his girlfriend, I don’t care if he likes me or not. I’m just right now really happy being able to see him on regular basis. Im really thankful to have met him. Seeing his smile, him being happy laughing. It makes me the happiest person in the world. If he would get a girlfriend and they fell in love I would be okay with that, as long as they would be happy together. Im not sure if this is what people call love but this is what love is for me. I think if you really love the person you will would just want to see them happy no matter what happens to you. You would always want to put that person before yourself. I know that I’m still a little kid and I don’t know anything but this is what I think up to now. For me if you really love someone you will still love them even if they are really mean to you, no matter what wrong thing they do you will always be on there side. Missing them when your not with them, wanting to always see them. I’m okay with how things are right now.Me and George have never talked that way, we’re just friends or should I say enemies.