WHEN I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD, I walked down the aisle with the man of my dreams. Okay, make that boy. He was five, too. I’d known Nate Taylor pretty much since birth.
When I thought about summer, I thought about Nate.
When I thought about love, I thought about Nate.
When I thought about anything, I thought about Nate.
And then it happened. He was here. He was taller. He was older. He was no longer cute — he was sexy. And he was mine.
He wanted me.
And I wanted him.
It seemed that simple. Soon enough, we were together. Finally, really together.
Only I didn’t get the fairy tale I was hoping for…
Because guys change.
They lie.
They stomp on your heart.
I found out the hard way that fairy tales and true love don’t exist.
The perfect guy doesn’t exist.
And that adorable picture of the innocent miniature bride with the guy who would one day break her heart?
That didn’t exist anymore, either,
I watched it burn in flames.
- Penny Lane Bloom
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