blaqscythe
"Love starts with L... but mine started with K."
For two years, I loved a girl named L from afar.
But the moment I handed my drink to a stranger in line, everything changed.
K was beautiful. Confusing. Warm. Cold.
I asked her name, borrowed pencils I didn't need, showed her drawings I made just to talk to her.
I confessed. She said she had eyes for someone else.
Then she chose a boy she never told me about.
This is the true story of a teenage heart:
falling in love, getting shattered, and learning that sometimes the first person who makes you feel everything...
ends up teaching you what real pain feels like too.
"Yes... K started my pain."