All The Right Mistakes

Every breath I breathed, every step I took, every bone in my body told me to stop, told me to leave him alone and keep him a stranger. But for some reason, it took less than every fiber in my being to defy that instinct. To meet the boy next door.

Then the next day, I went back to see him again. The day after that, and the day after that, so on and so on. With each day it became easier and easier to lead myself astray. My naïve heart won the race against my mind, and how I managed to do it exactly, to dig myself into this massive hole... Is a mystery to most.

I think a good place to start would be that even though I messed up to an extent I didn't know was possible, it appears I was only making all the right mistakes.

Between a clumsy girl and a charismatic boy, things couldn't be more complicated. Or could they?...