𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

Fifteen-year-old me underestimated the damage that indie boy could do. The damage that relationship could have. The lifelong pain it would cause. The ten year break I would take from our hometown.

Sam Fender. A name that still to this day, as a twenty-eight-year-old, could make my eyes tear up. 

A girl falls hard for a boy, and they fall in love. A love that could be a movie. That was the story I had wished for. However, mine and his story was a whole lot more complicated. 

Luckily, it had come to an end over ten years ago. Well so I thought, until that day.

A day that I never could have seen coming.