I used to be the kind of girl...
who thought, "Ha, love. Who needs it?" I was fine on my own.
After all, I didn't need a n y o n e, especially a boy to be happy.
I was just fine on my own, thanks. Besides, a relationship
would just add on to my list of things to stress over. && all the
boys I met were either perverts, arrogant, creepy, or just plain
weird. I did not want to waste my time on them. And teenage
relationships n e v e r lasted anyways, so what was the point of
getting attached? There was n o n e e d to be with someone.
Besides, the boy I would choose for myself would have to be
pretty amazing; I do not get impressed easily. And for most of
my life, I'd never met anyone who could make me l a u g h so
much my stomach hurt, smile so much my cheeks hurt, so
h a p p y that I'd be humming, yes humming, on the way to
class, or so carefree about life and the future. . . But then . .
he came along