Every love story seems to go in the same, boring fashion these days. 

1. Hot rich hunk meets poor pretty girl.

2. They fall in love, and under hard circumstances, go through a rollercoaster of emotions within a bubble of a world. 

This world is so... I dont know how to say it... basic? Artificial?

Anyway, this is just a fancy intro to my story, which just happens to be one of the realest stories ever. 

Honesty hour: leggo.

I met him at a revival at church. And forgive me God, but that night, I was overwhelmed by his presence rather than you Lord.

I'm a typical church girl, living under pretty normal circumstances. However, I am set apart by more than one thing. 

A pastor's kid. PK. Goody Goody. I practically live at church and am hopelessly in love with Bethel. But I hate my situation. See, I'm not exactly someone you can say is "privileged". Pastors' salaries are not exactly middle class and we live in an area with some of the highest taxes in America. I guess all you can say is " to ". 

Also, I was shielded from "normal" stuff since I was little. Hence the nickame Goody Goody. 

Sure I love my family, friends, and church fam, which is my priceless sanity. But sometimes, I felt that a teenager like me had to know at least some drama. I mean, I live a pretty pious life, but it gets boring after a while, ya know?

So I let just one thing infiltrate my good life and lets just say it completely wrecked me. I don't know how you want to see "wrecked" as, so I guess its a matter of finding out.