I did not want to miss school. I know it is a very important reason to stay home after what happened, but I was not going to miss what little classes I had left.
Inside my bag I had the list. I spent most of the night thinking about what my aunt told me. It was clear that infidelity was the seventh and clear reason not to fall in love, but now that I think about it, is it really better not to fall in love? I lived my whole short life believing that love did not exist, that it was only interest; But these last few months made me change my whole mentality on the subject. The silly hearts that I saw emanate from people when looking at the hundred in me now, which is ridiculous like a baby in diapers arrowing people. The things I used to hate now become normal, even too cheesy for me and that scares me.