My Old Love
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Daniel: We met in the third grade and instantly became best friends, spending all our time together. All through elementary, middle, and high school. I fell in love with her adoring everything about her until college came. And I never saw her, or heard from her again. Now, I'm 24 years old, and living in an apartment with my college buddy. And still dreaming of her even though it's been 6 years. Still I imagine one day I will find her and be with her.
Myria: I can remember him like it was yesterday, but I can't think about him when I'm married and wanting to be a mom, but every now and then I think about my old love. How we'd spend every minute together, hour after hour, and summer after summer. He was my only friend, and that really got me. As much as I want to see him again, I can't. It's been six years and I have a husband, but whenever I close my eyes, I can remember his beautiful face. It's as if i were back in the old days. But then I remind myself that they're just memories and keep just keep on dreaming.
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