Prologue
The first time I let my heart rule my mind was in kindergarten. His name was Eric Yorkie and he was the cutest boy in class. Problem was, I wasn't the only girl that thought so. We dated (and I use that term very loosely) for about a week. Our union consisted of hand holding at recess and lunches together. My world came to a screeching halt when I found out he was also "dating" one of our classmates, Angela. Funny thing is, we dumped him and became fast friends, bonding over the worthlessness that was Eric Yorkie. If there was one thing I wish I could tell my 6-year-old self is that the world is full of Eric Yorkies.