I met the love of my life at ten years old.
At sixteen, I gave him my heart.
Three years later he was drafted to the NHL and moved across the country.
Five years after, he's back. And he's meeting his daughter for the first time.
I still hate him.
Even if my heart says that's a lie.
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At ten years old, she changed my life.
At sixteen, I told her I loved her.
Three years after, I left and broke her heart.
Five years later, I'm coming back home to the surprise of my life.
I hate her for it.
Even though my brain says this is all my fault.