The Art of Dating

A year ago, I was a different person.
I was drawing hearts in my notebook convinced I would be Mrs. Cole Hewitt one day.

Six months ago, I was naïve, stupid, and whiney.
I believed in second chances.
Even when I was boyfriend less, apartment less, and my best friend was on me about moving on.

Five months ago, one insignificant moment changed everything.
I met Logan.
I agreed to undergo his ridiculous boot camp to get Cole Back.

Three months ago, a blimp in time knocked my world on its axis.
It threw me into free fall without the curiosity of a warning or a safety net.

Yesterday, I ruined everything.
One action that broke two hearts.
I used to believe in second chances.

My name is Devina Marshal, and this is the story of how everything went to shit.