Petranobody
It all started in a club bathroom.
That's where everything fell apart.
But to understand how I got there - on the floor, barely conscious, while strangers were calling for help - you need to go back to when I was 16.
Back to a scout camp, a boy with messy curls and dangerous eyes, and another one I thought I loved.
This isn't a perfect love story.
It's messy. Complicated. Real.
And it's mine.