Every year, I endlessly hope for love. A boyfriend who would tell me I'm pretty and accept me for who I am, not what I am.
I've been taunted by bullies and threatened before, so trust was no longer there. But a hope for love was still there. A hope, a prayer, a never ending obscure wait for the right person, but it need seems right. Like ever. Nobody... Is perfect. But I try to find someone, someone who would love me.
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RomanceThrough Freshman year; Emi has experienced love, disappointment, and friendship all in one year. Who to trust. What to believe. The journey of maturity
