Imagine if: I fell in love with a boy a couple of years ago. I honestly didn't know if it was love back then but it probably was. He found me in the most restless and depressing moments of my life. I mean you're a teenager and things are just plain depressing.

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A high school girl reminisces about her lost love and the pain of watching him move on.
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Imagine if: I fell in love with a boy a couple of years ago. I honestly didn't know if it was love back then but it probably was. He found me in the most restless and depressing moments of my life. I mean you're a teenager and things are just plain depressing.

Imagine if: I fell in love with a boy a couple of years ago. I honestly didn't know if it was love back then but it probably

He was the calm in my storm, and I clung to him, but he was leaving for college soon.

He was the calm in my storm, and I clung to him, but he was leaving for college soon.

I wish I could have followed him but you know, life doesn't work that way. I mean I was a freshman in High School and he was off to new pastures. He was probably going to get himself a hot girlfriend.

I wish I could have followed him but you know, life doesn't work that way. I mean I was a freshman in High School and he was

The thought of him with someone else was suffocating, but I tried to be happy for him, or at least pretend to be.

The thought of him with someone else was suffocating, but I tried to be happy for him, or at least pretend to be.

And then he came back four years later. Bradley freaking Jonas came back after four years to our boring small town and he had changed. A lot.

And then he came back four years later. Bradley freaking Jonas came back after four years to our boring small town and he had

His eyes still sparkled when he smiled, but a hint of sadness lingered, making me wonder what had happened during those four years away.

His eyes still sparkled when he smiled, but a hint of sadness lingered, making me wonder what had happened during those four

He asked if I still worked the counter at the diner on Miller Street, like the four years had only been a long weekend. I said yes, and I hated how steady my voice came out. Then he said there was something he needed to tell me before anyone else in town got to it first.

He asked if I still worked the counter at the diner on Miller Street, like the four years had only been a long weekend. I sai

He reached into his jacket, pulled out a crumpled envelope, and whispered, “I’m not coming back tomorrow.” The paper trembled in his hands, as if holding a secret too heavy to fold.

He reached into his jacket, pulled out a crumpled envelope, and whispered, “I’m not coming back tomorrow.” The paper trembled
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