I've never understood love. I don't understand how you can have such strong feelings for one person. I don't understand how, even when they've hurt you so badly, if they're in jeopardy you can forget about anything they ever did to you. I don't understand how they can play such a huge role in your life. When I was 17...
Mia's mouth practically dropped open when she saw the familiar face walk through the door way. It was Harry, the boy she'd been crushing on for years. She loved the way he brushed his dark curls out of his face, how his dimples popped out and his green eyes lit up when he smiled. He was perfect to her. But what could...
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