There once was an infatuation that felt like any other, the only difference was the guy. He was different; he was shy, sweet, and pure, like he a gift from God himself to her. So this wasn’t just like any other infatuation because it felt like love, then it became love, and then it became bittersweet. Till finally it just became bitter and unholy; and what felt like a gift soon became a miserable curse called teenage love.
