The Thought of the Day: My First Time Breaking Innocence
The backseat of my dad’s beat-up sedan. Parked on a deserted beach road at dusk. Waves crashing faint in the distance. I was 17. She was 16, the wild girl from the forum chats, Revebebe whispers. We’d messaged for weeks. Puns about ‘cons,’ fools like us, hiding behind screens. Tonight, no screens. Real skin. Heart…