They promised to wait for each other, until their families made sure they never spoke again. For thirteen years, I believed the boy I loved had simply walked away from me. I was wrong, and the truth changed everything. People used to say what we had was not real. Maybe it was because we started too young. Twelve is an age when everything feels permanent, when friendships feel like promises and promises feel unbreakable. Adults look at that kind of love and smile, treating it like a fleeting phase you will eventually outgrow. But I never did, and neither did...
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