There once was a boy who was in love.
It’s a simple beginning, I know, and it has a simple ending. It won’t go for very long, and it won’t grab your attention either. Love happens every single day. Love ends every single day. Love stories are written all the time, and this one is no different. There once was a boy who was in love, and so our story begins.
There once was a boy who fell out of love.
It happens every day, you see. People change, people move and people hurt. This boy hurt the girl he loved, and then that girl went and kissed some not very nice people. She spread some not very nice rumours, and he went and slept with some not very nice girls which, on the whole, didn’t help the rumours. But through all the pain, and all the anger, and all the destruction, he just slowly forgot about loving her.
And one morning, he woke up and realised he never really did.
