makeshapeshifter
I fell in love at age seventeen. Only that was The Wrong Time. For us. So it didn’t work out. And that’s okay.
I fell in love again at age eighteen. Again, The Wrong Time. Which was perfectly okay.
Same thing when I was twenty-two. And twenty-three(twice then, actually). Twenty-four (twice again), twenty-five, and twenty-six. And twenty-seven. But I finally got it right at twenty-eight. Here’s how:"
A/N: I wrote this story for a school short story contest, and decided to post it here to get some feedback on it. :)