It doesn't and didn't matter where we met. I'm not going to go into grave detail about the place we first laid eyes on each other and claim it had been love at first sight, because it wasn't. He was just a douche bag of a guy and he still is. I won't proclaim my love for him because what we had wasn't necessarily love.
I don't know, he's mind bottling. I don't know why I said that, I'm really sorry. But he really fucked me up and it eventuated into this mess. This whole love thing seems to mess most things up.
Point is, this is a story about a boy and a girl. It isn't a love story. This is real life, not a cliché romance novel or a rom com. Although, if there were a genre for novels and films about heartbreak and disappointment then this would be one of them.
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Sleep Talk » lrh
Fanfiction"I can play instruments very well and I'll eat all your cereal." This story is inspired by the song Sleep Talk by Diet Cig
