I felt the waves crash against my legs, the sand in between my toes, and the wind running through my hair. But where do I begin with my freshman year? Should I start with all the drama? All of the secrets? What about all of the parties I was never invited to? Or should I just fast forward to summer? Where my cliché love story begins.
YOU ARE READING
Letting Go
Teen FictionI never thought I would end up having one of those cliche love stories. Where in the end, im sitting at the shore, breathing in ocean air as I recall the things that happened when I was with you. But I guess this is just the process of Letting Go.
