In the 28 years of my life, I have fallen in love twice.
The first time was when I was eight years old. He was the nice boy, the boy next door, the kind that has your parents approval.
The second time was almost twenty years later. You caught my eye the minute you walked through the doors of the cafe where I worked. There was something different about you, maybe it was because you would become my best friend, or that you had this aura of confidence about you, or because that you were nothing like the sweet boy from my childhood, but rather a determined, green eyed bad ass woman.
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RomanceThere have only been two people in my life that I have loved. First it was him, whom I met when I was 8.
