It was good while it lasted, it was great when it happened. It was love, or was it? Being with him was all that ever mattered and those "magical" three words that are over used couldn't explain how much he meant to me so I showed him, after the movie at his house. It was love, or was it? The way he smiled after for the next couple of weeks and held my hand was wonderful, and all I ever wanted right? The smile faded when my test came back positive and instead arguments and dirty looks replaced it. Nine months later left alone with big responsibilities I sit and think it was love...or was it? Is this really happening to me, how could I be so dumb, all those lectures and videos, and yet now I'm a statistic. Waking up every day and looking at my stupidity laying beside me is like a buzzing sound in my head reminding me of my actions. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ I wake up, look at the clock, look next to me, but where is she? I do my hair, go to school, and there he is. Is he smiling at me? Why? He approaches and asks if we are still on for tonight, and then it hits me it didn't happen...yet. So i nod and whisper in his ear those three "magical" words, they'll have to do for now because I think I'm going to take my time. I want to be sure that it's love.