31 parts Complete MatureI never believed in perfect starts. I wasn't the guy who lit up a room or made girls turn their heads. But then she walked in-first day of senior year-and everything changed.
Her name was Lena. Beautiful, sharp, untouchable. The kind of girl you admire from a distance and never think will notice you. And for a while, she didn't. But then something shifted.
I asked for her Instagram.
I started texting her.
Late-night chats turned into inside jokes, nervous flirting, and long walks under empty skies. Slowly, she let me in. Slowly, I fell-harder than I ever thought possible.
She started to love me too... or so I thought.
But love is never a straight line. Not when her past is made of broken promises and bruised trust. Not when she starts pulling away just as I'm holding on tighter. I loved her harder the more she faded-and then, one day, she was gone.
No explanations. No warning. Just silence.
A year passed.
Then, one night-midnight phone call, trembling voice, the same girl who broke me once asking if I still remember how it felt to love her.
This is the story of how we began.
Of how we ended.
Of how sometimes, the people who break you are the only ones who know how to put you back together.
And maybe-just maybe-some love stories aren't about forever.
They're about surviving the parts that almost destroy you.