Get some cookies and milk right this second, because I'm going to tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She had dark hair and chocolate eyes and the sweetest smile you ever saw.
There was also a little boy. He had dark hair, too, and freckles.
They were friends.
(Well, as friendly as they could be. Second grade girls are not supposed to be friends with boys. Boys have cooties.)
One day, the girl kissed that boy.
She kissed him right on the cheek.
And that boy, from then on, he loved that little girl.
Fast forward ten years.
The boy has been her best friend,
But it's time for the boy to go.
Off to the other side of the world,
for two whole years.
He still loves her.
He always has.
Why should she cry?
The boy is so excited to go,
he's been waiting his whole life.
The realization hits.
She thought she knew love, but it was different than this.
This is so much easier, so much more real than anything.
She had experienced lots of kisses, yes,
but nothing like that one she gave
when she was seven
and he was eight.
And so, the girl fell in love.
The kind that lasts forever
because the boy
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