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  • I met Danielle in math class of all places. For some reason I was enamored by the way she dressed. At that point in my life I still didn’t know what sex really was and wouldn’t for the next couple of years. It’d didn’t matter; I was too busy being in awe of her. I used to wait for her in the hallway and I’d always eek out as much time as I could to talk to her before the next class. We’d meet in the hallway between classes and talk after school beside my old red station-wagon.

    High school love. She was the first girl I kissed. The first girl whose eyes were the most beautiful thing in the world to me. I’m sure a lot of it was infatuation. Still, it was real.

    We used to sit out under the stars and talk for hours, holding each other close. I still remember the taste of her chap-stick; the way she smiled and the sound of her laugh. For all of her insecurities I thought she was infinitely brilliant and full of potential. Over the years I let other things distract me and I let her slip away. Cold insecurities and fears of intimacy defined my early college life and isolated me from many of the people I cherished most. Still, after all of the other relationships I’ve been through I’ve never found anyone like her.

    We’re different people now, each set on a very different course, but I’ll always cherish those high school memories and the way it felt to be in love.
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