[ WP ] Tell me a love story that is not cheesy or cliche .

Her breath smelled like strawberry bubblegum. That ’ s what went through his mind as handed her a pencil. “ Thanks ”, she whispered, flashing her stunning teeth. 
 
 She sat in front of him in Ms. Burke ’ s business class. He had noticed her on the first day of school; he couldn ’ t keep his eyes off of her. To him, she was a stunning flower in an otherwise dull garden. 
 
 When Homecoming came he finally worked up the courage to ask her to the dance. She blushingly agreed. 
 
 Teenage love, what can be more beautiful and what can be crueler? 
 
 Many summer nights ended with them in each other ’ s arms, wrapped in blankets in the bed of a rusty pickup. Where they said their “ I love you ” s and promised each other eternity underneath the stars. 
 
 Baby names were decided, rings chosen, a lifetime planned. 
 
 College applications were sent, jobs were found and new people were met. 
 
 Where once was a solid stone, a crack appeared. Eyes wandered, shoes were thrown, tears were cried. 
 
 Many nights were sleepless, yet on one night he came a realization. 
 
 He no longer cries and with time he came to see that she was not the only flower in the garden ( how did he never see the thorns! ) nor was she the most beautiful. 
 
 Today, he can chuckle and appreciate his strawberry bubblegum.
