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(A FICTIONAL STORY THAT I CAME UP WITH JUST THEN. I WROTE IT WITHIN 20 MINUTES. TO ME, IT ISN'T ALL THAT GOOD, BUT PLEASE. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. THANK YOU) 

They've told me since I was a child that love was hard to find. Yet I was the hardheaded type. I didn't listen nor did I want to hear it. My mother and father had a love greater than any. So I said to myself, "If they found it, then I can too." I started looking for it at a young age, in places that would be considered as lust. I was so desperate to find it that I couldn't see the damage I was causing to my family and to myself.

I fell in love with a man when I was 14. I thought he was greater than any other man who walked the face of the earth. He stood 6'0, with beautiful black hair, very strong minded, independant and loved his free will. I made the mistake of telling him how I felt and giving him something precious to me. You know when you're young, you're dumb. You think you know it all, nothing can happen to you. Which when you think you're in love, you're even more stupid. We all know that love makes you do crazy things.

So I gave him my innocence, my money, my love, and in the end I gave him my life. He told me he loved me and nothing could come between us. I believed every word he said to me. I mean, why wouldn't I? He always told me the truth, never had he told me a lie. Yet when I found out what he truly was, it was almost too late. I was almost in to deep, fell in a dark whole where love took me. He had gotten into things that had me afraid of him. He started drinking, gambling and taking drugs. 

I was so blinded by love that I couldn't see what was coming next. My family tried to warn me. They told me what was going to happen if I didn't leave him soon. Yet what does a young adult do when they think they're in love? They go deeper and deeper into denial. Which is what I did. I wouldn't listen to anybody. I loved this man, and I wouldn't let anyone take him away from me. But was it him that I truly wanted? Or was I so lost in love that I couldn't see all I wanted was to feel as if someone loved me?

As I sit in this room and look back, I think it was a little bit of both. I just wish I didn't have to go through all the things I did to know what I know now. It got to the point where he started beating me, yelling and screaming. Telling me he loved me yet 5 minutes later I'd see a fist coming towards me. What type of man can beat a woman yet say he loves her? That's not love, at the time I thought it was. That's all I had known. Yet I know now that love protects you, not put you in danger. 

I finally realized I had to get away from that lifestyle. I packed up my things one day and I moved away. Went back home to my family where I belonged. He'd call me everyday telling me how sorry he was and that he'd change. But I remembered it all too well. He said that before, yet once I went back I'd get another beating. Our home was a boxing ring, everyday we'd go at it. I couldn't take it anymore. So I told him I loved him and I always will. He was my first true love, we shared a lot of things with eachother. Yet time goes by and people change, feelings change.

Well he changed and my feelings changed, for the better. This situation is happening to too many people. All of them young, some of them even old. So what I'm trying to get at is you don't have to be so desperate for love that you feel as if you should get beaten just to have it. There's too many fish in the sea to have to go through that drama. I learned my lesson the hard way. Please, let this story teach you a lesson the easy way.