I fell in love.
It wasn't hard. The falling is a rush. It's my form of addiction. I focus on him. He is everything that matters. I want to spend time with just him. And that's what happened.
It didn't start out as a crush. It was different. He was different. He was my friend.
But now I'm okay.
He forgot me.
But I'll never forget the tears I cried. I'll never forget the laughter we shared.
I'll never forget the first time I thought someone could accept me for me. Even if I was wrong.
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