It was New Year’s Eve, and we were drunk. We made out in her kitchen while her mom was arguing with our annoying Russian friend. She told me she loved me, and I said “I love you, too.” And I meant it. We dated in secret until the end of high school. During our first year at separate colleges, I broke up with her, not realizing it would be me with the broken heart.
Postscript: I’ve always wondered what my life would be like had we never split up.
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