My first crush was a boy I met at a park when I was twelve. He told me he was thirteen. We had first met that day, and we sat on top of a play structure talking for quite a while. I admitted I liked him, and he admitted he liked me too. I felt nervous and excited.
I don’t believe we kissed or even held hands. We both went back to our own houses after the day was over. We didn’t exchange contact information or anything, though. I never saw him again.
Things We Forget 
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