A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.

“I’m sorry I kissed you,” he paused. “I’m sorry that I don’t regret it,” he stared at me right through my eyes. “And I’m sorry that I’m going to do it again…”

You'll never forget your first love, whether it's a girl or a boy. They'll always be your first, but not all lasts.