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She met him when she was eight - all soft smiles, scraped knees, and summer skies. Their families were close. He was a little older. A little louder. And from the very beginning, he felt like something she might never get over.
They weren't always friends. Sometimes he was distant. Sometimes unkind. But he was always there - in campfires, text messages, quiet glances across crowded rooms.
She loved him in a quiet, growing way - through the years, through the silences, through the girls he loved that weren't her.
And just when she learned how to stop hoping...
he finally saw her.
This is the story of the girl who waited. And the boy who didn't understand until it was too late.
He was never hers. But she was always his.