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The more and more time I spent with her, the deeper and deeper I fell in love. 

Unlike the quadratic formula, that was a formula that really mattered in my life.

I didn't want me to be happy, I wanted her to be happy. It was my mission as a friend to improve her life.

She was unique. I had liked multiple girls before her, but I never had so much trouble finding some solution.

Maya and Emilia had their gleaming qualities.

Maya was super cute, funny, nice, and interesting. But it wasn't meant to be. After all, she was two years older than. me.

But even Maya still had nothing compared to her. I couldn't explain it, but Maya just didn't have the magic that she had.

Love is weird sometimes. It doesn't make sense, because some things just happen and you can't explain it.

Emilia, although super good-looking and nice, had nothing in common with me.

I didn't enjoy talking to her the same way I enjoyed talking to her.

Emilia and I didn't share the same views on things or have virtually any of the same interests.

Emilia and I stayed good friends after it didn't work out, and I applauded her for forgiving me after what I did.

But both of those relationships had one thing in common: they were both too complicated for me to handle or truly like.

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A rainy April was came to a close, and May brought more showers.  School was also coming to a close once again. 

Classes were slowing down, students were excited, and the cold finally receded. 

I could taste summer.  The flowers were in bloom, the temperature was skyrocketing, and some occasional thunderstorms rolled in.

I was able to see her more often. Our friendship, along with the flowers, was growing yet again.

I loved her. I wasn't ashamed to say it or admit it.

I was proud to be her friend.

All I wanted was time. Where was time when I needed it?

I wanted time with her, but I barely got it even though we were friends.

The bus stopped at her stop, and she got off. 

The bus stopped at my stop, and I got off. 

I need to do something about this.

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