He likes someone else.
I knew that already.
I guess I always want what I can't have.
You knew that already too.
I don't want to set myself up again.
To get heartbroken.
But how can my heart be broken when it was already shattered by you?
YOU ARE READING
The First
Short Story"I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say." ~Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca You were the first one. And no matter how hard I try, I can never forget.
