Our story isn't your typical love story where you see in the movies or read on books, where two opposite sex meet up with a simple bump and eventually develop feelings with each other. Because OUR story is way different and probably a lot worse than that. We didn't start with a simple bump, because the guy actually hit me. And by "hit" I mean really hit by his car. Yeah, I know. Our meeting wasn't exactly what you can call destiny or coincidence, but rather a PURE ACCIDENT. Like, literally. "You're lucky you didn't give my car a scratch." He told me while giving me a deadly glare. He threw dollars at me to "fix myself up" and stormed out far away from my sight. And that ladies and gentlemen was when I first experienced a hit and run crime. Well not really. But close enough.
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