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Hair fuzzed up, shirt wrinkled. I still remember you as the small boy you use to be. With a note in your hand, and a grab on my heart, you walked in to school. 2nd grade so plain, I wasnt there yet and was running late, I always was. I walked in and put my stuff away I walked to my desk where I say a simple white peice of paper. I held it in my hands trying my best to not damage it, I unfolded it, it read:
Emma Palms will u be my girl friend? Check Yes or No
At the bottom was his name: Patrick. My heart did back flipps for the whole day, I cicrled Yes of course and started planing our wedding, Now I know this was stupied but I was younger and... If I would had known I wouldnt had.
Hair fuzzed up, shirt wrinkled. I still see the small boy, but admire the older one. Hand in hand we walked in to school, 6th grade... soo confusing. It sarted out a nice day, ended in a bang. 3 years Patrick & I had been dating. It was lunch when my friend Linda called my name, I walked over to the door where she was. She sucked in a deep breath as if she just got her lungs, and flipped up her phone in a fast motion, she turned to bury her face as if afriad I'll rip it off, I looked at the photo on the phone and cover my mouth it was Partick kissing Tina. I flipped up my phone and wrote this: If you think its fun to mess with hearts well you can do that freely now that your single, (a.k.a Were Through) I shut it in a mad fashion, it was math when my phone buzzed I flipped it up: Sorry? I shook my head and wrote: Its to late to apologize
