The Five Years of James: A First Love Story
I was fourteen when I met James. He was the cute guy who sat next to me in history class, freshman year. Dark hair, dark eyes, tall, had a smile that left me completely breathless. He liked to mess with me, tease me about little things, like the way I laughed, which he made me do a lot. I liked his attention, liked the way he called me “Blondie,” as if somehow he was branding […]
