Intro

You said I have all the time in the world to choose, to pick whoever /whatever/ it is that I want. Because I deserve it.

But do I deserve you?

I was five when I was first introduced to love not knowing what it was. I was as I have mentioned, a child of five. What do I know about these things? There’s a fluttering in my stomach that first time a boy a few years older than I was, was introduced to me. I don’t know if time stood still but for the five year old me, it did.

Was it the same for you?

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Many things have changed and will keep changing

But I’ll keep a hold on my feelings for you.

At eight, I was mostly unruly and normal and annoying. I didn’t know I could be ten times worst, especially when she is around. I’d push and pull and tease until I can see tears forming in her eyes then I’d stop because seeing her cry /especially/ because of me doesn’t settle well in my stomach. I’d walk away annoyed, more with myself than with the little girl who moved next door only a few months ago but already has a huge impact to the eight year old me. Then, I’ll do it all over again the next day.

Was I glaringly obvious?