I had met Zach Adams through a mutual friend. He was unbelievably tall (about six foot seven), dark skin and extremely talented. Singing and dancing was his passion. I spent hours on his social media platforms to see exactly who he was when my friend had mentioned him to me.
Zach and I had begun speaking around October of the year I turned fourteen, him being seventeen at the time.
My initial plan was to do the usual with him. Break his heart and leave. But something about him made me want try something new.
Something unorthodox.
Our conversations were not as constant at the beginning. We would speak one week and may not speak for another week.
Fun fact about me: I used the 'L' word loosely, no feelings attached.
The first time I dropped it on him, he was overwhelmed. He thought I meant it. I had persuaded him to say it back. Only to see if he would, and he did; but he did mention that he didn't mean it.
And that didn't affect me at all.
Little did I know it would've soon enough.
In December of that year, he was implying that we should meet up and hang out sometime. I didn't really make an effort to. It was three months and I hadn't made a move yet.
I was too busy enjoying his very existence without even noticing.
We had spent most of our time fooling around on the phone. We did a lot of childish shit over that screen. He saw a side of me I never thought anyone would've ever seen again.
The caring side.
We laughed. We laughed together and I never thought we would stop. Every action pursued brought a rare smile to my face and I hoped it would never leave as long as he would around.
The rare purity of love.
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