i pass by purple and think of you

i find myself writing an allegedly nonfictional love story, integrated with mystical, magical, and fraudulent moments. for Alice, love was never the end game, nor the main topic in mind for the summer she craved. She had missed her hometown friends, of which there were plenty, and she was excited to make money, train for the cross country season, and spend quality time with her mom. She never expected that beautiful angelic boy she met briefly in Autumn to change her life. She didn't know romantic love could hurt so sweetly.