Owen

Today I just realized something:

As I finished breakfast (It was 9:30 at the time; I was exhausted that night) I came into the family room. It was just like it is always, maybe a tad more messy, perphaps, but nothing showed the sign of what was to come next.

I grabbed a blanket off the chair and sank down onto the couch.
"So" my mom said, a sly grin approaching her face, "what's this about this kid you're in love with? What's his name?"
My heart sank at that moment. I had already told her about a gazillion times, but I gave in. After beating around the bush for quite some time, I hadn't managed to shake her off, so I finally told her, "Owen."

"Oh" was all she said. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I decided that I wanted to leave this conversation. As I left the room, she added, "Who does he hang out with?"

I replied, "I don't really want to talk to you about it, okay?" I walked away, until she said, "come on Katie, really, just tell me who he hangs out with!"

"NO!" I shouted, and I closed my door. I was scared, angry, and sad all at the same time. I mean, I don't usually act like that, and then I just wished she would stop pestering me. I also knew that somewhere, deep down inside of me, that there was no possible way that he would ever like me, no matter how hard I could try. But I did realize something today:

Love isn't always easy to find, and even less so when it's trying to find you. But really, it will come. I believe it will...and I know, for a fact, that, someday, I'll find just what I'm looking for.