When I was in the 8th grade, I was in puffy pink heart luuuuuuuv with a boy named Ben.
I thought about Ben all the time, and what I could do to make Ben love me.
Ben? He was the nicest boy and ended up being a good friend. But he never loved me.
I was relating this my children the other day, trying to explain to them why you love a lot of people in your life before you find the one that you want to settle down with and marry. I explained to him that even though I thought I had really serious feelings for Ben, what it really turned out to be was a case of nothing more than Puppy Love.
Boy Child listened very intently and said, "But mom? Isn't Puppy Love real love?"
And I told him it was. Sure it is. It's not the same as true and lasting love, usually, but it really is love.
And then Boy Child's eyes got really really wide and he said,
"But you love daddy more, right?"
I hope Ben is happy though, wherever he is. He was a really nice boy.