When You're 15

I've grown up. I turned 15 a few weeks ago. Another year wiser. It doesn't feel any different from being 14... except for one thing... My birthday wish came true. Not the one for world peace or to become the next millionaire, but the one wishing for a boyfriend. I got exactly what I wished for, and them some. Finally, someone had noticed me. I finally felt worthy; important. He had chosen me, and I chose him right back. It was like a high; completely addicting. The sweet things said back and forth, the endearing nicknames. There was no looking before the leaping. I dove in head first. I got wrapped up too quick. I didn't stop to think about what was happening until I was in the middle of everything. We were in "love", or whatever that can mean at our age. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, or how it was going to end. And that's what happened, it ended. Just like that, not even a "I wish things would have worked out differently." It hasn't even really sunken in. My first tussle with love, and I didn't win this round. Ding-ding-ding. The winner gets a lovely prize, and what I'm left with: making sense of what's swirling around in my head. And my heart? Yeah, who knows what that's telling me. But I do know that there's a little crack there now... All I wanted was to be wanted, and look where that got me.