No emotions = No broken heart.
It's a simple enough equation that I should be able to follow and just because a new, insanely cute guy joined my math class doesn't mean anything...right?
No emotions = No broken heart.
It's a simple enough equation that I should be able to follow and just because a new, insanely cute guy joined my math class doesn't mean anything...right?
It's the little things that count. The little things that pass by without our notice. The little things that pile up quietly, slowly, and before you know it, everything changes.
Call it providence, o...