The first time you brought me to your secret spot was on a warm day in May. You brought me to the top of the waterfall and told me it was beautiful but not as beautiful as me. That was the first time a boy thought that about me. Then you asked me to be yours and kissed me for the first time. I could hear the birds chirping and the water running down the stream as our lips touched. It was three years ago and now you're not mine, but I will never ever forget that warm day in May.
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