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September 27, 2004
The boy with the pink shirt
This reminded me of the first boyfriend I ever had. It was 8th grade. He was a year younger, two heads shorter, and the sweetest boy I ever knew. He had blonde hair and a smile that just made me melt. He had a light pink oxford button down shirt that I loved. He used to make me mixed tapes that I listened to over and over. He would write me sweet letters, in shaky handwriting and simple words that smelled of his cologne. I still have those letters, tattered from reading and re-reading them, each word whispering to me that we would one day get married, have a million babies, and live in a little house with a white fence. It was eighth grade, and he was the first boy I ever held hands with. We broke up over something silly I am sure, I can't even remember the details, only the heartache. Its funny, as the years pass, the memories get sweeter. When I think of him, I have this wonderful, child-like love for him. He represents my innocence, and for that, I will never ever forget him.
Posted by ashley at September 27, 2004 05:18 PM
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I'd like to think that one of my ex-girlfriends thinks of me in such a beautiful way. That's really sweet.
Posted by: Don at October 27, 2004 02:24 PM