#14: Eighteen.

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At eighteen,

I left New Jersey and went to NYU. After the kiss at the age of seventeen, we got a little bit closer like we used to except for the fact that you just wanted us to be a secret, that you wanted me to be yours just after school time ended. You were selfish, I know. So that's why I left our hometown without telling you anything. Not even my parents dared to tell you where I went to for College. Perhaps I needed to let you go. And perhaps this time was for real.

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