I never understood love. I never understood the way my parents looked at eachother, or how Romeo and Juliet died for one another. I could never piece together how it worked, or why people would put themselves through it. After all, love seems to be the most dangerous thing on this earth. I never intended on having a first-hand experience with it either.
But then, he came along.
I watched as he entered the room, everybody did. How could we not? He was new, even in a big school like ours, new was always noticed. He had this comforting vibe…
