I have a boyfriend.
Divide that by the fact that I've fallen out of love.
Multiplied by my boy best friend being goddamn perfect.
Equals something I don't know.
And here's the not so straightforward way I figured that out.
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At sixteen you wish your love story to be perfect. Flawless. Unfortunately, like life, it isn't. But endings could turn into beginnings. Because heartbreak can give room to love... even if love is a messy subject.