I don’t think I’ll write any more of this in the third person. It’s too detached, too impersonal. This story isn’t about some fictional character. It’s about me. I don’t like pretending it isn’t. It’s unfair to the both of us. You and I.
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I had my first girlfriend in kindergarten. It was a cute, innocent relationship — things like visiting each other’s houses for birthdays and holidays. Our parents arranged the entire episode. Every trip. As if we were in a foreign culture. At age five. This went on for the next six years. We never kissed, never [...]
