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To The One Girl, I Loved
I loved you a lot
To the one girl, I loved. I loved you a lot. Probably more than you knew a 16-year-old could love someone. We didn’t date long, and we were pretty bad at it. But I cherished it all the same.
You probably don’t think about it as much as I do. When we kissed on Halloween while we watched Jack Skellington on the screen. I wanted to do it again, but you felt awkward being at my parent's house so our lips together had their first and last kiss.
You had a cute face, your brown hair curled at the short ends. You were so funny. I laughed at every joke you said and waited on your every word. You kind of did the same to me, but less so. You tried to make sure that others didn’t see me blush.
Before we dated, you told me you were bisexual. I told you the same and when we both ended up without boyfriends we thought we could try us out. We were already best friends, how much could that change?
We didn’t know it yet, but the answer was ‘a lot’.
When we went over to your house, your parents are Mormon so we were strictly friends. They didn’t know you were Bi, and I understood your hesitance. But being secretive hurt, and it took everything I had not to shout about us to the world.
