At fourteen years old, I loved him.Hard.So hard it hurt.I loved him, but love isn't what it was.It was a game, a lie. And I would never be the same.I fell in love with a liar, and when the truth was uncovered, he left my heart shattered and never looked back.So I didn't either. I moved on, went to college, and I lived my life without him, pushing thoughts of him away whenever they tried to break through the bubble I had created for myself.I was twenty-four...