They swore they would find their way back to each other… until their parents made sure they never could.
For thirteen years, I believed the boy I loved had simply walked away.
I was wrong.
And the truth changed everything.
People used to say what we had wasn’t real.
Maybe it was because we started too young. Twelve is an age when everything feels permanent, when friendships feel like promises and promises feel unbreakable. Adults look at that kind of love and smile like it is something you will outgrow.