The tapping of the crap school pencil made the boring lecture of internet safety fade out slightly. "Don't share any pictures or your name." What are we, the FBI? Damn, lying about your name is just peak. I instantly thought of Liam, my heart thudding with love. I love him so, so much.. But he doesn't love me. At least I think he doesn't.
That question bothered me for 7 hours straight, which lead to the consequences of me doodling in my book, the fairytale sticking in my mind of us together - he's 18 - I told my internet best friend and she said we'd be a cute couple and age doesn't matter in love. I agreed, as memories came rushing back. How we sung to songs together, following each others leads - he knew every lyric, I'm jealous. (he had replayed it so many times) and I couldn't spell for fuck that day. When he'd given me advice, how we spoke, how he shared his life with me, how he told me everything that was going on.. I'm proud to say, I'm in love.
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RomanceA young girl falls for a boy online who she loves, and he doesn't realise shes slowly dying inside with hidden feelings. © maddove.
