I thought I was in love once. In fifth grade this girl moved to the house next to mine. Her mom and mine went to college together so that was really a friendship waiting. Skip ahead to 10th grade, we have every class together, ate lunch together, partners on everything. When our parents were out handling business she'd come over and we would just stay in my home theatre, she still loves the seats in there. That spring she got with this one nigga. At first I was mad, but then I started getting sad, when she was with him some nights I'd stay in my room doing what the fuck ever. I was jealous, mad, sad, sometimes she brought him around and I would stay mad. At that point I felt like I really couldn't live without this girl. My dropped, I stopped working out, and I was always in a bad mood. Summer came around, we're out of school so we went to Greece. She was no longer with that nigga. During the first 2 weeks in Greece it was great, probably the best time we have spent together in a long time. Our moms were there with out, but they did whatever they wanted to do of course.
This was the time I started thinking "I really don't love this girl". Yeah the time was great, but I realized I couldn't be with this girl for a long time in a romantic relationship. At that moment I learned, love is something very serious, I can't tell you what it feels like or what it is. But it is more than just listening to Drake eating ice cream byn yourself while watching movies.
You ever find a room full of money then realize it ain't your money but still take it cause its money?