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It took a while to process.

This girl.

This insane and irritating.

Loud and fun.

Girl.

Who I had admired.

And chased after.

And wanted to know everything about.

Had asked me out.

I couldn't stop grinning.

As I looked down at her.

She looked half irritated, half hopeful.

I took a long breath.

And said.

"Ok."

Liberating.

"Really?"

The smile on her face.

Was a genuine one.

I had caused that.

That was me.

I did that.

She started doing a.

Happy dance.

Spinning in circles around me.

I laughed.

"But only on

One condition."

I added.

She stopped.

And raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

I held her tiny hands.

"You have to vow

That we will always be friends.

No matter what."

I couldn't lose her.

Having her not a part of my life.

Was not an option.

"I vow."

She confirmed it.

Hugging me tightly.

And she was mine.

And nothing else.

Really mattered.

I did it.

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