He was eighteen when he walked out of my life. On his birthday, he joined the Army and got stationed far away. I was sixteen. We were best friends, and he left, taking my heart with him. He promised to come back soon, but he didn't. It wasn't until five years later, after my parents passed away, that he came back. It wasn't truly him, though. The guy that I knew was a romantic. He always wanted to fall in love, get married, have kids, and live happily ever after. When he came back, however, he didn't believe in love. He saw too much to believe in love. It hurt him. It hurt me. So this is me, teaching him to love again--
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