Florentia Weaver's Book and Story
Triadic Confessions of Love
I wrote a love letter to my crush. In the evening, he cornered me in the hallway and said, "You like me? What about your boyfriend?" I blushed and quietly replied, "I don't have a boyfriend." He extinguished his cigarette, cupped my face, and chuckled, "Well, now you do." After saying that, he held my head and kissed me...
