I would have to say that in your teenage years, you're easily blinded by love, crushes, boys, girls, sex…all that good stuff.
I would know, because in my middle school and high school years, I fell in "love" about four times.
The last time I fell in "love" was when I was dating some hippie named Luna. She did rituals to worship the moon, and I immediately knew she was a psycho nut-job who needed to be put in an asylum.
After my fourth failure of a relationship, I just gave up on 'em period.
That is, until my group of friends – Craig, Tweek, and Token – merged with Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman.
That's when I fell in love – real, genuine love – with Kenny McCormick.
Kenny, to put it simply, was the most loveable of his unique group. Stan was too in love with Kyle, Kyle was too in love with Stan, and Cartman was too fat and mean.
Kenny was quirky, cute, optimistic, funny and perverted. Our common interests were Playboy magazines, boobs and sex.
Although I was a virgin and he wasn't, we would swap Playboys and send each other porn. That's kind of how we bonded and the whole love thing started.
Sometime after our groups had merged, Kenny suddenly changed. He would act like he did, but his laughs were too hallow for Kenny laughs, and his eyes almost looked dead. Of course, only Kyle, Stan, and I noticed. Token did too, but he didn't say anything until the whole thing was over. Bastard.
They tried to help him, but he just flat out refused.
"I know you wanna help, but I really don't wanna talk about it. I'm sorry."
That's what he would tell them.
I naturally stayed out of it.
But
fate and that little bug called love bitch-slapped me and said "Hey
Clyde, you and Kenny are gonna go on this emotional roller coaster
and hump each other when it's over!"
And I couldn't say no
to a chance to hump Kenny McCormick.