remember when we first met? i do, and i don't think i will ever forget that day. it was eighteen years ago.
i was a year-and-something-old girlie with chubby cheeks, but you were handsome even then. at least so i've been told. you supposedly had these absolutely cute brown hair and freckled cheeks and your green eyes were a lot paler and you had a beautiful voice. my mother told me so.
it was a sunny saturday, and my mother decided to go to the playground with me. i was apparently a reliable kiddo, so she left me to play by myself and she sat on the bench and read a book.
i built this little castle which didn't look like a castle at all. and you came, and kicked my castle and all the sand got into my eyes and mouth and i started crying right away. my mom came and she washed the sand off me. then, your mother and you approached us and she said i'm sorry, he didn't mean it, but all i did was look at you. i was enchanted.
i didn't see you that much the following years. sometimes, i spotted you at the playground or in the supermarket. but when i walked into my elementary school on that very first day, i immediately saw you and i was so, so happy.
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remember when
Short Storythey met on a playground. he kicked sand in her face. she cried, but liked him anyway. they went to the same elementary and high school. he hung out with her (now former) best friend. she was still deeply in love with him. they were young. he was bl...
