First

He’s holding my hand. The rush is extreme. He doesn’t know all day I’ve thought of him. When he sees me walking by and smiles, I feel dizzy and sick. For hours I replay and replay, gripping it with hope. He has to remember me, he just has to. Mrs. Freidland says make sure you are comfortable with your partner. He sees Patty, a pretty girl with stupid blonde hair. He looks at me without looking at me and says I just need to – he has already let go of my hand. He did not even finish his sentence.

1/30/12

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