I’ve heard the word being thrown around thousands of times.
I’d seen it all around me.
I’d grown up with unconditional love from my family and friends.
I’d always wanted my own person to love and call my own, but here, being 17 years old living on my own, I still hadn’t found the one.
I didn’t care that all my friends were growing up, getting boyfriends and girlfriends, becoming real adults, and starting the rest of their lives. I hadn’t thought about it earlier in my life, though now, it felt as if I had always been thinking about it. In all honesty, I expected “The One” to find me so I didn’t have to do anything except sit and wait.
Heck, I’m not even sure if I’m straight or not.
But here I am, still a single pringle.
For all 17 years of my life.
Love is a strange thing that I may not be ready to risk my life
for, but I’m all in for the ride.
Gah! I wrote this off the top of my head in Mexico while I was on vacation! It’s pretty rough, this first preview, but hopefully, you’ll come back for the first chapters and work along with me! I’m always open to suggestions as long as they are kind for me and the others reading! (The title name is also pretty random too, it may change in the future!)