What happens when you're just a story written under the moonlit sky? What happens when the only boy you love becomes a faded memory of just someone you used to know? What happens when you can't get your heart back, but that boy left you tattered and...
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In order to tell you our story, we will have to go back. No, further than that. Yeah, right there. The beginning. Back when the fireflies danced in the moonlight of his vibrant azure eyes. When he was just a boy, and I was just the girl who lived next door. When he would sneak into my room at night to hide away from the pain of his own life. When us being together made sense, even when his world was chaos. You see, he was my best friend. But don't all good love stories start that way? I don't know. Maybe ours wasn't destined to be a happily ever after, but the story in between. That was worth telling. Even if our story left me tattered and bruised.
