His almost shoulder length hair that is usually tucked back into a straw cowboy hat frames our first kiss and tickles my cheek, his calloused finger tips, worn from hours of guitar playing, are grazing my neck as he wraps his hands up in my perfectly messy waves.

In that moment I didn’t understand friendship comes in different forms I didn’t understand loving people could mean so many things.

I was the girl who stayed even when things get rough. I was the girl who stayed even when the texts got lesser, the calls short and rough, and the date nights no longer existent.


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