"Why didn't we ever stop with the charades? I know why we started dating in the first place. We dated because it looked good for our parents. It was never for us. You were my first kiss, my first date, my first boyfriend...my first everything yet somehow never first love. The Golden Boy and The Girl Next Door. What a fucking perfect love story "
That's not true.
YOU ARE READING
Kairos
Short StoryK A I R O S ( n. ) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement; also, weather. ~ " Love is never late. She knows what she's doing ", She spoke...
