I sit down, on the ground and take one book in my hands. Even if I don't believe in "story-like" love anymore. I never really believed in that, but now... I don't know anymore, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm not naive. People don't fall in love like that, with a snap of the fingers.
How could anyone love a girl like me, I'm just a hopeless romantic, with the expectations of a Disney princess. This is what brought me to my loss, the last time. One person gives me a bit of attention and I think it's love.
They're probably getting over me, telling themselves I'm just a weird desperate girl and they made me a favor. They must have had pity on me that Saturday morning. Poor little girl. Doing whatever she can to get the least bit of attention.
If I have the expectations of a Disney princess, maybe I should lower my standards and take what I deserve. People like Teddy, who are at least giving me attention. Even there. The attention I don't deserve. If he said it, it must be true.
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RomanceThree people. Each with a different past. A girl who doesn't drink, two old friends. The end of a party in a cabin, two hours away from the city. What could go wrong? What could be good? Will she have to make a choice? In a world that becomes more...
