being in love is something that we've been given, but we all know it ends sometime, but how do you take it? you could either be broken hearted or a broken person but what's the difference? did we even understand love? we obviously did if I feel this way, jack I miss you.

Waking up in the middle of the night to a guy stealing my underwear was not really my idea of fun. *DISCLAIMER* i was very young when i wrote this, so it sucks majorly and is very VERY cliche and uses very cliche ideas that have been used in other books. maybe one day i'll find the motivation to fix it, but for now, read at your own risk 😌