Sunday, December 8, 2013
Two desperate young hearts. Desperate to find someone to love, desperate to be liked by someone.
That was probably why I started to like him after the third time we met. That was probably why he told me, a few hours after the first we met that I was the first girl he really could talk. As fast as he came into my life, he disappeared from my life.
It’s a shame, I think we could have been something beautiful.