We were highschool lovers. He was just a shy-type-don't-like-to-talk type of guy. She was just a weird-but-yeah-the-opposite-of-him type of girl. We're not the perfect type of lovers. Our love was silent like the moon and the stars at night. We believe in TRUE LOVE WAITS, I thought. We love each other, I think. He used to call me baby, but I know I'm not the only one. He used to say that three words, eight letters magic word that I love the most- I LOVE YOU...
Yet everything has changed.
