We Called it Love.
10 years-old, Shoulder length, golden brown hair simply flowing down my head, and my green eyes shining in the sun, Me. 10 years-old, short, almost black stubbly hair, and brown eyes, Him. Here we were, talking via face book, without anyone but us knowing that we were in what we thought was love. It had been almost 2 months that we started our “relationship.” We were head over heels, I knew we were so young, but we had feelings that we didn’t know what to do with, or what to call it. My sister, 5 years older than me didn't even have someone like I did. Fairytale, it was.
Small school, with only 3, 5th grade classes. We were in separate classes, across the hall.
The last day of 5th grade at Sardis Elementary School. We had been messaging back and forth, about how we would make this last day very memorable.
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