11 partes Concluida I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened.
She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him.
We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it.
Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were.
The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.
