But one day in third grade I *stupidly* had brought my diary to school to take notes in (I was a unusual kid because I had like a million notebooks at school but I just HAD to use my diary for some reason) and stored it in my desk. He sat next to me because that's the way the teacher put our desks. So that day when I went to go get a paper from a different classroom for my teacher, he took my diary from my desk and secretly read all of the things I wrote about him.
YOU ARE READING
Love hurts
RomanceThis story is based on my real love experience, so I hope you like it. This is a story of what true love is like (it is not all unicorns and rainbows, someone almost always ends up hurt). You're happy one minute and then in the next, you are crushe...
