Based on the title, I know or at least I'm going to assume that you think this is a touching, romantic story about beautiful life lessons and aesthetically pleasing people. Well, sorry to burst your bubble buddyroo but it's actually the story of my junior year of high school and how at the start of the second semester, this little thing I like to call the "rain of reality" started to fall onto my oblivious idiotic head. I fell in love *screams in the distance* *a bird falls out of a tree* *everything is horrible* I know, the horror. But it's not going to be one of those cheesy, "she was my world and I let her go" stories. No sir. I can assure you, you're in for one hell of a ride. (In a non sexual way.. god. You perverts)