Chapter One--
Nick had always been big on singing and I supported it because I knew it made him happy. but the day he came over when we were twelve, almost two years since my mom had died, that day I knew, I knew I would have to give him up, up for forever. I can't explain to you in words how much it hurt for me, to give up the one person that had been there for everything. Even though I was only twelve I understood what love was and I knew, deep down inside of me, that I loved him with every fiber of my being. So that’s why it was so hard to say goodbye to him. But I did. I did it for him because I knew making him stay would cause him more pain then letting him go would cause me.
I won't lie and say that I didn't cry. I did, and it made him cry. We were just one big crying mess. But I let him go and with letting him go I let so much more go. I let my memories of him go. I let my beliefs on love go, and I vowed to my twelve year self never to love again.
And I didn't. for six years I was the outcast, the girl that had her nose always stuck in a book and didn't care for anything else. I didn't care anymore because caring meant I’d eventually have to love and I vowed never do to that again. I didn't want to have to give up something again. I didn't want to share with the world what I had kept in my heart for so long. so the best way was to avoid it all together and I could've gone on avoiding it, if it wasn't for him. it was all his fault that day that he came back.