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  • I was eleven and he had blond hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.
    I looked at him, I couldn't stop looking at him. He couldn't stop looking at me. At a party during the day, at our school we slow danced together. I asked if he wanted to "go steady". He said yes. He was in love with me too.

    I remember feeling the luckiest person in the whole world. A friend of mine with long blond hair asked me if she could slow dance with him too. "Sure" I said but in my mind I said "no". He didn't want to, but still danced with my friend. After a minute, while I was teasing them, mostly him, he pushed her away and grabbed my arm as I was trying to run away and make him come after me.
    The friend with the blond hair knew she had lost the battle over his hart. It was mine.

    He and I even became friends. But then he moved away to Spain when he was twelve to live with his dad and we didn't speak for a while. The night before he left he called me at my house to tell me he was leaving. I remember that I was studying and had a test the next morning. I pushed all my feelings away.

    He got back when he was fourteen. I wondered why he hadn't called me when he got back. I called his mother and asked whether it was true that he had come home. "Yes" she said "I'll tell him you called." I left my mobile phone number. This was when mobile phones were just upcoming. I had an old thick Nokia with led lights.

    We met once at my schoolyard. I was so excited, wondering what he looked like. I was still in love. I had missed him. I wanted my first kiss to be with him.

    He came an hour too late. He had changed and it felt distant. His eyes were still blue but he had this hazy look in them. They weren't the same any more.

    That was the last time we met.
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