He was lost. He felt things that confused him, for people who confused him even more. He wasn’t like any boy his age; he liked books, music, and coffee… And, except for his best friend, he was alone. He was lost in a world he was just starting to discover, left to discover it on his own, and he had no one to help him through it… until he met her. He wasn’t scared anymore, because he had her.
She was lost. She always had been. She didn’t know where she belonged, and never had. Until she met him. That day, when some things became clearer and some others became more confusing, when she started understanding stuff but some other became just completely absurd. But she wasn’t scared, because she had him.
They were lost, but they found each other. And from that moment on, everything was okay; they weren’t scared, they weren’t lost anymore. They had each other. And that’s everything that matered.
Four years ago, a 13-year-old blackmailed me into friendship by holding my doughnut captive. We've been close ever since.
I soon noticed that I wanted to be more than just friends. I was in love with my best friend. But sadly, he didn't feel the same way.
I thought my world was over. I was crushed.
But to my utmost yet most delighted surprise, I just happened to fall into the arms of a certain bad boy. Literally.
He didn't just save me from what could've been a hell of a concussion that night. He saved my heart too.
But hey, let's not get in over our heads now. It wasn't that easy. Not even close.
After all, when two opposing worlds clash for the very first time, we can't just expect it to be all rainbows and sunshine.
Now, do we?