The Lemon Diary
PREFACE
I was so foolish to think that this would work out. Think before you open your mouth, Charlotte, I told myself. Love isn't a game. If you lose you don't get to try again. At least not without the humiliation and life scarring memories. If love was like...oh, I don't know...Monopoly or whatever, then there wouldn't be much purpose as to any teen's definition of love (or rushing into a relationship for that matter).
Love isn't like a two thousand piece puzzle of Las Vegas. Love isn't like the always changing clouds in the sky. Love isn't like a growing tree in your backyard. And love is definitely not like candy.
Love is like a lemon. I just wasn't prepared for this sort of sourness.
Love isn't like a two thousand piece puzzle of Las Vegas. Love isn't like the always changing clouds in the sky. Love isn't like a growing tree in your backyard. And love is definitely not like candy.
Love is like a lemon. I just wasn't prepared for this sort of sourness.