First crushes. When you realize that girls are actually supposed to like boys. When you see beyond the slimy little boy who would pull on your hair, tease you, or make your life miserable just because you were a girl. I think first crushes are the most difficult of all, especially if your crush was once your archenemy. It’s confusing, because the status quo is upset and you can’t understand why a boy you used to loathe is now the centre of your universe.
Then you become a teenager and all you want is for the boys to notice you, especially the popular ones. It’s sad, but some teenage girls need boys in order to validate their existence. That’s when we say stupid things to our parents like, “You are ruining my life.” Seriously!
Then you are all grown up and you have to take the relationship seriously. Commitment, it’s a terrifying thing. I think unless you were nasal about everything you did, like everything had to be just right and in order, commitment is a big scary thing. Some people never learn how to commit. They go up to their fifties and are still acting like randy teenagers.
Growth, I honestly think is a huge part of Love.
In my book The Rebel’s Own (released on 9th December) Kennedy has to commit herself to a man she loves but doesn’t like. The thin line between love and hate, don’t you just hate it. But she is committed to her child, so she decides that hooking up with her father’s baby is the best thing for all of them. She commits herself to this man she used to worship as a teenager, and tries her best to remove the past from the present, to move on. Some people think moving on is easy, but it’s the hardest thing in the world. Sometimes you can’t move on without looking at the past every couple of seconds.
So here is to the thin line between love and have, to moving on, to growth, and commitment.