From Our Readers: I Was 16 When I Met You

I was only sixteen when I met you. I remember how much I liked you back then. I remember the songs and mixed CDs I gave you. I remember sneaking out to see you. I remember every sweetest thing we did. From the clandestine kisses to the intimate hugs and hand holding. I remember how you'd clench your jaw whenever I talk about other guys. I remember that glimmer in your eyes the first you heard me sing the song I wrote for you.

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