It all started on my fifth birthday, my obsession with a certain fruit, I always loved vanilla ice cream cake but at the time they were sold out so my mom brought strawberry, at first I hated not getting my cake. But once I bit into that tangy deliciousness, I was with strawberries from the start. Whenever I was sad, happy, angry, or alone I always had a bowl strawberries. Then my second obsession happened when I turned 12, I was watching 10 Things I Hate About You, i became obsess with love and a love that can top my strawberry obsession. But no one measures up. Now seventeen year old me, still obsessed with love and strawberries still looking for the love of my life. Am I doomed to love fruit for the rest of my life? Does the perfect guy even exist ? Should i drop my obsession and live in reality?
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