When I was younger my mom always told me that falling in love was always followed by heartbreak. She said it always went hand in hand. That you could only fall so hard until you hit the ground. She hadn't built me up with fake stories of Cinderella and her perfect prince, or snow white and how if the prince kisses you, you'll magically wake up. You don't see either of those in real life obviously, so I guess..she just didn't lie to me. So when I fell for one of the most impossible, unrealistic guys out there, needless to say it was a shock. I hadn't not dated at all or anything, my mothers bad experiences with men (Like my father who left before I even learned how to ride a bike) didn't held me back..much. I was playful in relationships, never too serious, just distant, hesitant. I wasn't like most fifteen year old girls who fell so fast they got dizzy. People should trust Taylor Swift more, when she said "'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them." She wasn't lying, you probably will, and they probably won't mean it.
But with Justin it was different. Sometimes you get so caught up in true love, you forget about all the problems swirling around you, trying to pull you back to reality. You're so focused on the perfect things that once you take a step back it hits you how bad things really are. Like you had been in dream. That's exactly how it felt, like some dream I hadn't even known I was in, until I had woken up.