I've never been a very romantic person. One Valentine's Day when I was younger, I was sick and awake all night, with nothing to do but mindlessly watch tv. I was subjected to a marathon of all those cheesy eighties rom-coms, one right after the other. That was the extent of my experience in love and intimacy, a fact that I was made painfully aware of the further I progressed through my junior year of high school.
Then, I met someone. He didn't make my heart skip or my palms sweaty like every television show/book/eighties rom-com had led me to believe. He just... made me laugh on a day that I didn't think I could even manage a smile.
We grew closer so easily that it made me nearly believe in destiny. We were far from perfect; I messed up often and he forgave me way more than he probably should have. But he was so perfect. I don't think I deserved to have him as my first love. He didn't think he deserved me.
Still, I fell for the boy who always felt like he was fleeting.
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Greenline
Romance"I didn't know what love was. When I finally found it, it was so very fleeting." Ethan Rodes has just lost his childhood best friend to a deadly car accident in the middle of their junior year of high school, and everyone in his small woodsy hometow...
