We met in the middle of winter. July. The sun barely made an appearance and the wind blew in vast swirls, moving anything that was in its path. The smell of rain filled the air and its water droplets hit my window. I was sat in my room, in an abundance of blankets and jumpers just trying to keep warm. I was only seventeen. Too young to be looking for someone to love her and yet there i was, on an app I shouldn't have been on, who met a mysterious boy of nineteen, hoping he would be the one to love me in all the ways girls were loved on tv. That was the night we met.
