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I like loving you like this. Like high school. Like silly, like stolen sips of whiskey, like Saturday afternoons with the whole weekend ahead of us. I like knowing we’re each other’s everythings. That we’re booth too young and foolish to know any better. To know that love hurts like hell.
Maybe it was the age, maybe it was being in high school. Maybe it was immaturity, maybe it was the improbability of young love. Maybe he had heard the rumors about me and decided to see if they were true. Maybe like every cautionary tale I had decided to ignore, once he undid those jeans and climbed on top of me he clearly had had enough.
When those thoughts creep up on me, I console myself with the old adage that maybe it’s ‘all for the best’, but deep down I don’t really believe that. Somehow I don’t think that a lifetime of wondering, “What if?” and asking if I missed a real chance at love and happiness is in anyone’s best interests.