Who I think is my true love, was not my first love or my second. But he was the one that I let go away. It is hard for me to write this post because I know that it is a way to say to him that I still love him as much as I did years ago, and honestly, I don’t know what would be his reaction to that confession
It was a summer day. I was dressed in black and wearing dirty converse shoes.
J yelled at me “Are you a punk girl? a rock girl? let’s meet each other!” I laughed at this particular way of introducing himself and once he had seen me laughing he came closer.
He was cute, the cutest guy I had ever laid eyes on. Dark hair, dark eyes and a stare to melt every girl in town. We talked about music, and after talking for hours he asked my number. I was reluctant but at the end I gave it to him and then I went home.
