Not Bitter, Just Annoyed

I made a promise that I would never write out of impulse because I can't take them back and there would be so much to regret over in the end. This time can be an exception because it's about something I'm sure of, no matter what happens. For the sake identity censorship, yes, I'm nice like that, I'll leave out their names and will try to be as less vague as possible.

I saw an exchange of comments over Facebook between a boy and a girl. The girl posted a video where only the boy was tagged. I'm certain that it's something I'm not supposed to see because of reasons I'd rather keep to myself. So anyway, the video was apparently about the girl greeting the boy a happy monthsary (see, that's not even a word. Haha.) The boy goes loco, OMG OMG thank you, I love you, I love you, I love you. La la la. And so the girl went, blah blah blah, I love you, too!

And then the boy goes I love you one more time.

Okay, I'm not bitter because I don't have a boy I can say that to. Believe me, there are times that I long for someone but I'm totally fine having none at the moment. Anyway, the point is, I'm annoyed. I'm annoyed neither at the way they conversed, nor with the million I love yous that I felt was empty, but at the fact that they do not have an inkling of an idea what the hell love means. I'm sure about this, okay? Fine, so what if they're just both 15 (clue right there), I've said those words to someone when I was just 14. But then, years later, I came to situations and experiences where I realized that I didn't mean it then because it was not love after all.

Who am I to talk about love that I reserve my right to be irked at "false" love? And who am I to say what's love and what love is not? I do not know who I am to say so, I cannot tell if I have the credibility, but I sure as hell know what love felt like. I know the boy, he doesn't know what love is.