We went on the date.
It was fun.
You kept trying to kiss me.
It was hard to avoid.
But I did it.
You asked me why I didn't want your kisses.
I told you I didn't want cooties.
You laughed and tried again.
But I couldn't let it happen.
It would be bad for me and you.
I had to keep minimal contact.
Kissing wasn't minimal contact.
You still tried a couple times later.
So I left.
I had to before it was too late.
Before you actually succeeded.
You got mad that I left so suddenly.
But felt better the next day.
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12 Months
Short Story12 months is all she has to make this work. Years of staring at the boy by the park through her window. Maybe it's time to take a risk. Or maybe it would be too dangerous.
