I used to tell myself that I need to be honest with what I feel towards him. Even though it was hard for me, I gather up my courage and decided to confess my feelings for him. On his special day, his graduation day. I thought I should confess on a festive day like this, but I am wrong.
"Dane, I like you" I said. "I like you too, just continue to be good little sister to us. I'll be monitoring you" then a woman who came down from a imported sedan car approached "dane, let's get married"
Running away was the only option I have, I ran away from the scene, I didn't bother to look back as they calling my name, I don't need explanations, why would I? I'm just their little sister.
My first heart break, was the start of my hobby of running away.