I got dumped. I was quiet devastated. It was just a simple rejection of my very first confession, but the silly me felt like the world turns its back to me.
Well, I did not cry. All thanks to that mysterious guy.
He was my first crush, but we grew apart. I thought the passage of thirteen years had erased it all from my heart, yet why do I remain, adrift in the echoes of our past, unable to let go?