All my life, all I've wanted to be is in love. It's all I've longed for. I see his face and I look into his eyes and I just pray that one day he'll love me too. But then I think, well, I'm not ready. No matter how much I swear to everyone, including myself, that I am, I'm really not. I have so much growing up to do. I'm only 17. And I'm not saying you can't fall in love at 17, but in all honesty, you're not ready to grow up and get married and ride off into the sunset. Here's advice to whoever it may concern and to myself. Wait. Cause there are plans for you life you haven't even dreamed you could encounter yet, and they're beautiful. Everything will eventually fall into place.