Realizing Your Mistakes

I don't have a very clique love story. My knight in shining armour did not come to my rescue or make the first move. Well, the second time anyways. No, my love story started in seventh grade where two awkward teenagers could barely speak to one another yet they could text for hours. They confided in each other. They both saw a big piece of themselves in the other, which scared the girl out of something amazing. Now, she lays in her bed at night, silently crying, just hoping that her other half would come back. Too bad she hurt him so bad that he hates her guts. I am said idiot and this is my story.