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June 3, 2009
Butterflies.

When his hand would find mine, or when his arm stretched up as he “yawned,” knowing full well that I knew full well what he was doing. When his leg shook impatiently. When I sat, scared and shy. When he whispered in my ear,

“Tell me what happens! Pleeeeease?
“You’ll have to see on your own!”
“I think I know.”

Then, BAM. His lips on mine.

Shy smiles, red-hot faces. I glanced at the screen. Bella and Edward had their first kiss.

“I told you!”

Laughter. Chemistry.

Ruined by an AIM conversation.

We “live too far, you know?”

Boys.