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Love is a word that is abused everyday by everyone. When my 7 year old cousin told me that she really fancies a boy in her class, I had to laugh. At seven years old, you could write a million words about loving or liking a guy, but you will never actually feel it. You think you love him when you don't even know what love feels like. I have to admit that at primary school I claimed to have liked and fancied at least three guys. I put the act up pretty well I guess, and I thought I had discovered true love, but each little crush just floated by. But there I was sitting maths trying and failing to untie the unbelievably tight knot in my stomach. My mind was drifting further and further away from the FOIL system and focusing on my latest obsession. Him. His height, his amazing acting skills, his nervousness, his style, his belt with the piano keys on it. Was this Romeo and Juliet, but in real life? If it was, my life would have ended this morning, I would be able to wear rings on all my fingers without raising an eyebrow and my love would not be all alone in some random country in exile. But no, he was just a few classes down the corridor. What is he thinking about? Definitely not me, that's for sure.