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  • I remember meeting her in Mr Vera's 10th grade English class, her name was Harmony... she sat behind me, we would talk through out the whole the year. She was a cheerleader and homecoming princess, the kind of girl that I didn't think would have much of an interest in me, other then helping her with her homework. She wrote how she though I was shy, smart and funny in my year book when the school ended in June... Said how I should swing by the coffee shop she worked at over the summer to say "hi." I was 16 years old, I'm not sure I ever had a cup of coffee at that point in my life.

    A couple of times over the summer I would work up the courage to call her or go by the coffee shop, which was totally out of my way from work and home. But the ability to say "want to see a movie or something?" I never was able to put those words together.

    The summer passed and we went back to school... the 11th grade started, I don't remember if we had classes together that year. But I know we talked when we saw each other.

    Valentine's Day 1995 came around, I told myself this would be the time to try. I bought a couple of roses for her and a well written card... I put them in my locker early in the day to avoid too many people seeing them and asking questions.

    I couldn't find Harmony that day, turns out she was sick... for 5 or 6 days. I tried to keep the flowers alive by putting them in the refig at home, that only lasted for 3 maybe 4 days.

    Eventually I asked another friend of hers who told me she was sick with the flu, I called to say "hi" and tell her I had brought her something for valentine's day... there was a weird silence on the other end of the phone.

    The flowers died, but I still gave her the card when she came back to school. She said it was nice... we stayed "friends" for the next year and half and then went off to different colleges.

    I think she got married after college and has 3 kids now... but honestly, I really don't know
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