I remember going to his house when we were 5. Going on vacation when we were 8. Spending our entire childhood together. I guess our parents were pretty good friends, but we started to grow up. As we got older, we saw each other less and our parents weren't as close. I stopped seeing him so often and it killed me. I couldn't stop thinking about him. How could I?
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Everlasting
RomanceHave you ever been so in love it hurt? That feeling you get when you see the one person you care for most? That person you'd do anything for but you know you can't have them? I do.
