Goodbye, Green Eyes
I blame Stephen for a lot of things in these past five or so years of my life.
A junior in highschool the first day I met him, I never expected our paths to cross in any significant way – until the night he reached out to me in one of my darkest moments. A seventh grader reeling from an infatuation gone bad, I decided to share my despair on my Facebook status like any other stereotypical twelve-year-old within just a day or two of becoming connected to the time-suck social network I still ween from every chance I can get. The first message I ever got was him telling me not to give up and as an almost rescue act, he was the one who said I could talk to him if I ever needed to vent to anyone. I wish now that I could say I would erase that part of my life if possible, but it’s just not true. Forget that he was handsome.
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