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We were young then.

We always sat under that one tree.what did we call it? Oh yeah, we called it woody. He used to always take my hand and hold it in his. I felt somewhat safe. We tried to climb up the tree a few times. He helped me, he held my hand. Yeah we were only ten years old but thinking about it now makes me wish I had kissed him
I had brown hair, brown eyes and freckles. He had blond hair, brown eyes and no freckles. Maybe that’s why he used to always think that I was sick or something. I remember he said to me “I think you have the bad kind of chicken pox,the life ones.â€? and that day I ran home and cried and asked my mom if I was going to die, Of course she said no. He came over that night, “Hey, so how are the poxes doing with you?â€? He giggled…somewhat like a girl.
I didn’t know that I loved him. But I did!
I know it’s sad that I’m thinking about this now 9 years later, after he has probably already forgotten me. But I was looking through our pictures together.

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