We shared that summer. I loved him with everything I had. We spent that summer in his red truck. But after that summer he went away, and I had to let go.I remember my first kiss.
I remember my first love.
Sometimes I get so confused, and I become so angry with myself. "Why don't you know what to do?" Runs through my mind. I hate weighing the pros and cons of every situation, what if I get something wrong? I don't want to be wrong, I don't ever want to be wrong.
Ever.
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