I was 15 when I first met him where my dad works. He is handsome, broad, funny, and responsible. All in one package, what more could I want. All the guys at my school are too young and dumb but he...isn't. I couldn't wait to learn his name, things about him, and his family so we could all become one big happy family. But the catch is he is 10 years older than me. He thinks of me as a child when I am the most adultest person I know. Now I look back and think damn I was a child. Someone who braided her hair with my friend's fake friends at sleepovers, a girl who didn't worry about rent because I thought my mom had a hidden diamond in the basement, a little girl that loved tea parties and tiaras with her family. I actually thought of him as my prince. I still do. But in reality, it was all a lie. Love isn't real, is it? Fake friends are everywhere, aren't they? I still can't get enough of him though. And I can't stop seeing him because he works with my dad. So their is no use but to confront him and confess the truth, but boy was that the biggest mistake of my life. The only way that I can get away from that mistake is to move on and move out and I mean to another country. I can't find my prince if I keep hanging onto this Unreciprocated love.
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