I do not own Naruto in anyway.
Love, it's a great feeling. I've felt loved once, other than family. He warmed my heart up. I wish I never had broken up with him. He was my first boyfriend, I had a tremendous amount of feelings for him. He was different but, very affectionate, passionate, cute, stunning, charming, adorable, cute, intelligent, talented, clever, and all mine. Honestly, I really miss him. He was a great guy, and when we broke up, I could tell he wasn't over me as well as I wasn't over him. Now, after seven months, it hurts to think about him. It's just like another dense empty hole that I've punctured in my heart that needs healing. Though we lived in a three hour time zone difference, it couldn't stop us. We would chat all night, he was even willing to stay up as late as three in the morning just to chat with me. And that one month and week that we were together, I felt loved, a love like no other kind. With him I felt beautiful, special, and most of all wanted. But when my idiot move came along and broke up with him, we were both heart brokered. I grew gloomy, and most of all regretful. I was furious with myself, and the depression got to me, I felt empty. I began to harm myself,. My social skills declined and my friends grew worried. I just felt like I wanted to die. Without him, I felt like nothing.
I know this is short, but this is just an introduction. read and review.