[Urban slice of life + urban romance + tragic love + first love + the beauty of a bad ending]
What was beautiful was being eighteen, not my eighteenth year.
They say a boy only falls hopelessly in love once. But how many people does a boy have to go through before he grows up?
Back then, I loved others more than I loved myself. Later, I loved only myself. In the end, I learned to love others and myself, and from there, the world.
Told in reverse chronological order, this is the story of how I went from a hopeless romantic to a heartless flirt, and eventually found redemption.
