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Remember when we were young?
We played outside in your backyard cuddled underneath the oak tree.
You kissed my hand always telling me ill be your princess.
I would say.
"Boys cant be princesses"
You would say.
"Yes they can because youre my princess" I would blush madly hiding my face hitting your hands away telling you to stop.
But you kept coming pulling my hands apart.
12 years old we shared our first kiss under that oak tree.

-Harry your princess.