I was grade four and you were fourth year. You told me you like me. I was sitting near the school library reading a history book. I remember being flattered. I do not have a type yet, but you were so annoying. I wasn't eager to have a relationship back then because I was such a kiddo. If my mother knew about what you did, you could've been sued. We were both minor. I remember the awkward glaces along the corridor. You smiled and gave me that annoying laugh. I was infatuated with the idea of love. I knew back then I am not bad looking after all. You treated me like I am the most handsome girl. It felt good. But it went all gone when I didn't see you anymore.
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