Chapter 3: Falling Hard
When my roommate found out, she stared at me for a solid minute, then said, “Dating someone like him must be nice, right? But I heard he never dates a girl for more than half a month.”
She shrugged. “Just enjoy it while it lasts.”
I told her yeah—enjoy it while it lasts.
We all get naive sometimes.
Back then, I thought love meant following your heart. I didn’t care about his past; I only wanted a future with him.
Turns out, it’s not that simple.
Take that bet. Caleb never dated anyone longer than two weeks. His friends—the rich kids—why’d they stretch it to a month for me?
Much later, I found out: it was because I looked a little like his first love.