Love, what a strange word. A word that could mean so very little or so very much. A truth- or even a dare? It can be manipulative if rushed- but painful if slowed. Is it honesty? Or maybe even just a straight lie.
The truth about how I feel about grayson? I really dont know. I do know one thing for certain though, whatever is going on between us, whether it's lie
or a truth. Is definitely not straight.