A Girl Called India.
A India is a beast. She's like a hot mess wrapped in a smart brain. She'll make you weak in the knees, but by Friday she's already with some other guy.
My India got me a coffee and a new heart. Then she left me with a latte and a broken soul.
This India said she was my one and only. Then she texted my ex on Tuesday.
I asked her out. She said yes. Then she asked me to move out.