The months passed we talked all the time and I was falling more and more for him. We would talk about the most random things, ask how each other's day was or have him help me with some homework. Then in February our conversations started getting very sexual. I knew he wasn't innocent and I was basically a nun. I was 15 and never had been kissed, but he knew that. We started hardcore flirting with winky faces and yes talking dirty. I had promised him my first kiss. Then the roughest part of my life started picking up again. My sister. My family. I hated them with a passion. They fought all the time and my sister when back to her deep depression. I still remember talking to him, he was the only one who made me feel better. He was my knight ready to save me when I cried. I had gotten so close to him that he knew almost everything about me. Then I realized it. I loved him. I loved everything about him and we didn't even talk face to face.
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Our Love Story
RomanceI remember it like it was fucking yesterday. The first time I saw him with his stupid nobs for lyf hoodie, which I still have. The way he was so shy with his sexy EMO hair in his face. The way he hated when there were people looking at him. The mome...
