Okay fast forwards two years, fifth grade... I started liking them again [ yes yes I know how stupid could I be ], we already knew that none of us was straight, I knew they were bisexual and asexual, and I wasn't so sure about my sexuality at that time but all I knew is that I wasn't straight, and neither a girl, and they knew that they weren't a girl either, they identified themselves as being non-binary. Whatever, these aren't that of important details.
I... started liking them all over again, which was such a big pain, I confessed to them and they apparently liked me back! So we become a little couple I guess. We were just hanging out a lot and we were really close but we never actually kissed, what the hell, we were twelve years old and both of us found it weird at such a young age to have your first kiss. We were so happy and so childish and, everything was perfect! But this story couldn't have a happy ending, could it?
My parents informed me I had to move in another town once this school year would be ended, they've found much better paid jobs and they decided to give up on everything they worked on here and go somewhere where life would be better, they said.
I was sad, I had to leave all my memories and all my friends in the back and start a new life, in a new town, far away from the place I lived for the past twelve years of my life. I told my partner that I had to leave, they were so sad and.. that was when they kissed me.. they grabbed my hand and said before leaving
'' I love you, and I will miss you. Don't forget me, please''
they smiled, hugged me, started tearing up and they kissed me. I left crying, I left all my life behind... I got into the car and just acted cool about it although in my heart was a constant pain, a constant loneliness that I felt like nothing and no one could ever heal it.
My dad drove for hours and I was just staying in the car looking on the window and just hoping nothing has ever happened, I wished I could have stayed in that town forever, with my friends, with my old teachers, with all my memories, but I sadly couldn't.
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RomanceTwo teenage girls find each other in Paris, at an art high school after being separated at twelve years old. They were in love as kids and still remain. At first none of them realizes that they are childhood lovers.
