

We sat on the woodchips.
Haven't talked in ages.
Funny how quickly the feelings came back.
He said:
I should have done this a very long time ago.
and if i don't do it now, I will regret it for forever.
I looked at him.
and then before I knew what was happening,
it happened.
I think he was boy number five.
It felt like boy number one.
Holy cuteness of all cuteness. :)
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It doesn't matter.
Oh well.