Sneak peek of chapter 1 from First Love, warning it's not as cringy as chapter 2
I can't remember what triggered my taste in love life. I was younger then and certainly misunderstood the lies I spoon fed myself. But as I grew older my version of what's "socially" and "acceptably" right changed dramatically. My time in middle school was spent living a lie, but not just any lie. This was the kind of lie you had to keep to yourself or you'd be a victim of the 'big straight line'. This lie was something BIG and I understood that and knew that it had to be kept under wraps. For years I lived in my closet at bay of the straight line, fearful of its power to destroy me. It threatened me as a member of society and it kept me inside my closet prisoner to my feelings..