The first day I met the love of my life started as a regular day. I was fourteen and he was twenty. I know it sound inappropriate but don't worry we didn't date when I was fourteen. When I first laid eyes on him all I could think was damn he's hot. Hopefully he thought the same of me. I was wearing a bathing suit and for some reason it was the first time I wasn't insecure in front of a guy when wearing only a bikini. This is your first sign that he's the one. Then I stole his volleyball to play with some friends hoping that he wouldn't mind. He was pissed when he noticed that we were using his ball. He came over and asked why I had his ball. But of course like any teenage girl I retaliated with sarcasm. We had a two minute argument on whose ball it was. Of course I won even though it wasn't my ball. Then later we got in a fight over what 1.1 rounded is. Of course I won again even though he was right. Second sign that he's the one is even when your wrong he lets you be right. We didn't even know each other's names and we never asked. We thought we'd never see each other again. Boy were we wrong. Rule number one, never flirt with a hot guy at the beach.
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Black Roses
ChickLitWe've all had that one person in our life that we wanted to hug..... with a bus. Or a train. Or something else really really hard. They broke our heart and it takes us forever to recover while they get to live their lives happily. Well here's a guid...
