The Heart Is No Different
I think I’ve always known there’s nothing special about me. I’m just your average, slightly overweight teenager with not much else going for her. If you ask anyone that knows me, they’ll probably say… Jenny? She’s a nice girl. Nice. Possibly the most boring word in the English language.
I couldn’t be more different from the pretty, trendy, outgoing teenage girls the boy next door regularly parades around the town.
But my heart is no different from theirs. It feels just as deeply, breaks just as easily and loves just as passionately.
And I have loved him all my life.