The last time I had a boyfriend was a while ago,
and I was 14 and he took me too far,
way too fast.
I met him,
and 2 weeks later he kept trying to get me alone so we could make out,
and I hated it.
I hated this so much.
And at the time I was confused because I thought I liked him,
I mean he was very attractive,
so how could I not like him?
But eventually I broke up with him because he kept moving too fast.
I told myself it was because I was just immature,
and he was too old for me.
Boy, was I wrong.
It wasn't me that was wrong with that relationship,
it was him.
I realize now that I could not be myself with him,
I could not be open with him,
I felt like I had to be perfect to be with him,
and I felt like I could not say what I needed to say with him.
I felt completely closed and lost,
and it wasn't because I was immature.
It was because I just didn't like him.
And now I feel bad for leading him on for those three months,
but at the same time I don't because it took me two years to figure it out.
Just Can't Get Enough