Reason 1:
We had no beginning.
Here's the thing about meeting someone. Sometimes, you think they're more important to you than they actually are.
And here's the saddest part of this story, it doesn't have a true beginning. Because in all honesty, I don't remember where the story starts.
We went to the same school and had the briefest of conversations. There was no real way we met since everyone already knew who everyone was in the small building. There was no real story with us.
And I wished I knew that at the time, that there was no story. That there was no us.
I don't know what I was ever hoping for in that.
I guess I thought that if there was no real beginning, then we'd have no end.
YOU ARE READING
The 32 Reasons I Liked You
Short Story(completed) Book 1 of the "You" Series: I once saw something in you. That was a mistake. p.s. Don't react. Just read it, just know.
