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Authors Note

Hey let us know if yall would want book two which would be about Kyle.

Here is a sneak peak

Flashback

Complications,  according to the dictionary is a situation or thing with  great difficulty. That basically sums up my relationship with Claire Wilder, the girlfriend I had been head over heels for in highschool. From the moment I met her I knew she would be the death of me.  The only word that can be used to describe us is complicated. Like that time when my best friend Francis Black asked about my relationship with Claire.

I remember struggling to find the right words to explain my relationship with her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk about her - quite the opposite, in fact. I could talk about Claire for hours, days, weeks, and still not run out of things to say. But every time I tried to put our relationship into words, I felt like I was doing it a disservice.

How could I possibly explain the way my heart skipped a beat every time I saw her, or the way her laugh made me feel like I was on top of the world? How could I describe the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her dreams, or the way her touch sent shivers down my spine?

And yet, for all the joy she brought me, there was an equal measure of pain. We fought like cats and dogs, over everything and nothing at all. We were constantly pushing each other's buttons, testing each other's limits, and yet we couldn't stay away from each other. It was like we were two magnets, drawn together by some invisible force that neither of us could resist. We knew we were bad for each other, that we brought out the worst in each other, and yet we couldn't help ourselves. As I looked at Francis, searching for the right words, I knew that "complicated" was the only way to describe it. But even that word didn't do it justice. Our relationship was messy, chaotic, beautiful, and painful all at once. It was everything and nothing, all rolled into one.

The next word was break, we're on a break and I, well I don't want to ever get off that ride. I am tired of getting back together with her and this time I will make it permanent.

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