As he touched my head I felt a wave of heat course through my body. It felt as if he cared for me. As if he loved me. I fell right back in love with him in that little fraction of a second where his skin met mine. He might have touched me just because he felt bad for hitting his locker into my head but the touch felt good, caring, loving, and soothing. BAM! Not soothing enough because there I was back in reality where he didn't love me. Where he didn't care for me, and he never could because I wasn't pretty enough nor smart enough for a guy like him.
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RomanceTo: My first love but also my first heartbreak. From: One of the many hearts he's broken.
