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| My name is Chelsea and I had the bittersweet experience of meeting the love of my life at the age of 17, he was 15. I am a very depressed individule and this boy would know exactly what to do or say to brighten up my day. He was perfect. I mean, he could be a ****** some times, but he was mine. I completely understand what people mean by feeling "sparks" when they kiss because that's what I felt. My parents didnt like him though and after I broke their trust they made me break up with him. It's currently April 2013 and its been almost a year and a half since we broke up. I still love him. I still miss him. He's my "one that got away" and I highly doubt I'll ever get him back. He's moved on and I make it look like I have as well. And as pathetic as this is, if you ever read this Sean, I still love you. I'll always love you. |
