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"You were red and you liked me 'cause I was blue You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky And you decided purple just wasn't for you" I had my first love when I was fourteen. He was my best friend…or at least the only guy who didn't laugh at me blatantly at school. To be honest, I only realized what I really felt, during a school trip... And soon after I knew he was going to move. Well, I plucked up the courage and wrote a letter. Yes, a love letter. As Fernando Pessoa said, "all love letters are ridiculous". Said and done, I found him declaring himself to another girl. So I walked away discreetly, tore the letter into a million pieces and swore to myself that I would keep it to myself. Eight years later (and a vast collection of love failures) and all was going well (relatively)... until now.
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