“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”
- William Shakespeare
What would I do without friends? What would I do without my best friend? What would I do without the love we share? I’d be lost in this harsh, wild sea of life.
Hi, I’m Saskia, and I’m a cheerful girl who comes off as a little crazy, like all Wattpadians. I like making people smile, and I like to write stories. I’m terribly romantic, too. I like to think that my personality fills up the room I walk into. So one day, there was this guy . . .
He was Adrian. A reticent, quiet and observant boy, we were polar opposites.
But he was sweet, and he could've been popular, with his sarcastic yet offending nobody humour. He could’ve picked and chosen for friends, but I don’t think he knew that. Anyways, so he chose me.
There was a certain chemistry between us, a way of knowing what the other was thinking, a tendency to gravitate closer for comfort in times of trouble. If he’d been a girl, Adrianna, perhaps, I’d have stayed his faithful best friend forever. Now there were a few problems facing our friendship . . .
I was in love with him.
Did I mention I’m a hopeless romantic?
HELP!!!
Imagine I'm your best friend in the world, and I need your help. This guy who was a friend started doing stuff and saying stuff and giving mixed signals. I like him, love him even, but I have no clue whether he does. I'll tell you all there is to know, everything that has happenend.YOU tell me what you think:
Does this mean he loves me or not?
*Sorry if there are many grammar errors, I actually started to write as a form of ranting, since I had noone near by at that moment, I was home alone when I started writing.*
I don't know if anyone will ever read this. If you do please tell me your opinion. If not well at least I let it all out one last time.
This is not a work of fiction. Everything I wrote is a true life event.
So yeah this is the story of me and my heartbreaker.