“Love is strange, and that’s what makes it love.”
“It sure is.” The man chuckled, turning his head towards his old friend. “I’ve fallen for a woman who you once loved. She wants to live a lavish style, meanwhile I prefer the little things- yet I still want her to be mine.”
Sharing secrets wasn't always a cup of tea for her, but he was an exception. They were neighbors in their late adolescent years and had the chance to know each other better due to attending school nearby one another. From her knowledge of him, it was easy to speak out. "I know that feeling when you go for someone out of your league. Trust me, I've been there with her. That doesn't mean she was a bad person, but it just didn't work out."


















