And beneath it, in smaller letters: I never stopped believing.
It was the most perfect, terrible thing anyone had ever said to her. Because she knew, even then, with the certainty of a sixteen-year-old heart, that summer was a bubble. And bubbles always pop. tiffany thompson teenagers in love
That was ten years ago.
And just like that, the summer tilted on its axis. And beneath it, in smaller letters: I never