I thought

I thought I was in love once.

The boy told me he loved me. But he also told me I would be better if I was just a little different. I needed to be like this, or do this. Then I would be really lovable.

He didn't love me. He wanted to change me.

I thought I was in love a second time.

I could never believe the boy loved me. He would never truly admit he cared. I beat myself black and blue to make sure I did all I could to be loveable.

I didn't love me. I wanted to change me.