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His name was Tom. He was the tallest boy in the class and had blond shaggy hair. I didn’t know much about him. He was the boy who played alone during recess. One day I asked if he wanted to play a game with Aaron and me. He said no. I asked what games he liked to play. He only knew how to play board games. We taught him wall ball. It became our traditional recess game. On Valentines Day he told me to meet him after school under the oak tree. He gave me a rose. I ran as fast as I could to show Aaron. He didn’t see what the big deal was; he gave me gifts all the time. When I pointed out that was only on my birthdays or Christmas he snatched the rose and raised it in the air so I couldn’t reach it. As I tried taking it back he asked me why it was so important, it was just a flower. I got mad at him and said he gave me a rose because he loved me. Tom moved away that following summer.

His name was Hunter. Much like Tom he was also tall with blond shaggy hair. Only his hair was intentionally that way. He wanted to look like those cool kids on tv. Not only that but he wanted to be like them too. They inspired him to sing. We met in the school choir. He was the only boy there. I decided to try and get to know him. He rolled his eyes and commented how I must of thought it was silly too that he’d join something girly like choir. I told him it wasn’t. We hanged out a lot during choir. One day he brought his guitar to school. He gave me a song. I told Aaron about it during one of our classes. About how sweet it was and how it was just for me. Aaron snorted and explains that it wasn’t a big deal. That music lovers like him wrote songs all the time without any effort. I got mad at him and said he made me a song because he loved me. When middle school was over we went to different high schools.

His name was Eric. He was originally from California so he had beautiful tan skin. Combine that to his ridiculously sunny hair he looked like a surfer boy pulled right off an Abercrombie Fitch poster. His clothes on the other hand were as loose as his personality. He was always full of energy and into every sport possible. This made him very popular, especially with the ladies. The only reason he even knew I existed was because I helped him in a science class. He asked if I could hang out after school to help with his studying. After a few weeks of doing this he invited me to help at his place. He gave me tickets to the school football game. Aaron hated him. Clamed he was just a player who was using me to pass a class. I got mad at him and said he got me tickets because he loved me. After Eric and his team had won the game I went to go congratulate him. I saw him kissing Britney. I went to Aarons and sobbed for hours. He deleted Eric’s number from my phone. I never talked to Eric again.

His name was Josh. He wore a lot of red shirts with anarchy symbols and never wore any pants that weren’t black. His blond hair was long and always kept in a ponytail. It showed that he had control over his appearance and not his dad. He had an air of not giving a fuck about anything. Except in our speech and debates class where it truly mattered. I thought he was cool. Aaron thought he was an ungrateful ass. One day Josh took me to a riot. He gave me a protesting t-shirt. The next day I showed it to Aaron. He wasn’t amused. He thought that Josh was manipulating me to join his ‘riot group’. I got mad at him and said he bought me a riot shirt because he loved me. A couple of months later Josh and I got into a heated debate. He decided he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.

His name was Markus. He was always wearing black even under his eyes. He wanted to dye his hair black, but his yellow hair never touched the comb. He kind of reminded me of Josh. He was also against the world. But he wasn’t angry about it, just disappointed. I met him on the first day of my senior year. Our teachers were making us talk to the people sitting next to us and answer the questions on the board. We talked about last night’s episode of Breaking Bad. It wasn’t long after wards when he introduced me to his friends. Aaron didn’t like me hanging out with them. They smoked. Mom didn’t like them either. She wanted me to stop and just focus on school and college. We got into lots of fights. Markus gave me drugs to cope. My parents found out. We took the shuttle and ran away from home. Two weeks in I decide to call Aaron. He asked why I didn’t run to him instead of running away with Markus, that I didn’t need to result to drugs. He didn't understand. I got mad at him and said he gave me drugs because he loved me. Fourth week in and life became too hard to handle. I called Aaron to come take me home. Markus stayed behind.

His name was Dan. He always wore a button up shirt and kept his blond hair neat. I should have guessed right off the bat he was going into a business major. He asked what I was going into. I didn’t know yet, I was still trying to get myself together. He looked very together. I needed him and I together. I asked him if we could hang out. He said yes. I told Aaron about it and waited for his critics. He just smiled and said I’m happy for you. Dan and I went on lots of dates. Aaron and I started seeing each other less and less. Dan gave me a ring. I called up Aaron to tell him the big news. You’ve been together for little under a year, you sure about this he asked hesitantly. I got mad at him and said he gave me a ring because he loves me. Dan and I got married. Aaron didn’t come. Life was how it was supposed to be. I had a loving, caring, supporting husband who’d do anything for me. He was perfect, too perfect. Nothing was ever wrong. I was never wrong. He’d get me everything I wanted. But for some reason I wanted something more. A year later my house phone rings and I bolt out the door. I never went back.

His name was Aaron. He had jet-black hair that met just under his ears. He wasn’t tall but it was just enough to tick me off that I still had to look up at him. He had a birthmark that looked like a bat on his left shoulder and was ticklish under the arms. He wore whatever had a funny quote on it. Which suited him well because he could make just about anyone laugh. He was also the kind of guy who was always there for you, even after a fight. I knew him as a friend for a very long time but I didn’t see him as someone I loved until the hospital called. Of all the things I knew about him, cancer was not one of them. I poked my head into his room. He’s awake but looks tired. That doesn’t stop him from pulling a bold joke. Which was as bad and cheesy as the others he told. I laugh anyways and start to tear up. I asked him why he didn’t tell me. He tells me to come closer, that he needed to give me something he’d been meaning to give me since the first day we met. He gave me a kiss. I got mad at myself and said he gave me a kiss because he loves me. Now it’s too late. He’s gone.

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His name was Tom. He was the tallest boy in the class and had blond shaggy hair. I didn’t know much about him. He was the boy who played alone during recess. One day I asked if he wanted to play a game with Aaron and me. He said no. I asked what games he liked to play. He only knew how to play board games. We taught him wall ball. It became our traditional recess game. On Valentines Day he told me to meet him after school under the oak tree. He gave me a rose. I ran as fast as I could to show Aaron. He didn’t see what the big deal was; he gave me gifts all the time. When I pointed out that was only on my birthdays or Christmas he snatched the rose and raised it in the air so I couldn’t reach it. As I tried taking it back he asked me why it was so important, it was just a flower. I got mad at him and said he gave me a rose because he loved me. Tom moved away that following summer.

His name was Hunter. Much like Tom he was also tall with blond shaggy hair. Only his hair was intentionally that way. He wanted to look like those cool kids on tv. Not only that but he wanted to be like them too. They inspired him to sing. We met in the school choir. He was the only boy there. I decided to try and get to know him. He rolled his eyes and commented how I must of thought it was silly too that he’d join something girly like choir. I told him it wasn’t. We hanged out a lot during choir. One day he brought his guitar to school. He gave me a song. I told Aaron about it during one of our classes. About how sweet it was and how it was just for me. Aaron snorted and explains that it wasn’t a big deal. That music lovers like him wrote songs all the time without any effort. I got mad at him and said he made me a song because he loved me. When middle school was over we went to different high schools.

His name was Eric. He was originally from California so he had beautiful tan skin. Combine that to his ridiculously sunny hair he looked like a surfer boy pulled right off an Abercrombie Fitch poster. His clothes on the other hand were as loose as his personality. He was always full of energy and into every sport possible. This made him very popular, especially with the ladies. The only reason he even knew I existed was because I helped him in a science class. He asked if I could hang out after school to help with his studying. After a few weeks of doing this he invited me to help at his place. He gave me tickets to the school football game. Aaron hated him. Clamed he was just a player who was using me to pass a class. I got mad at him and said he got me tickets because he loved me. After Eric and his team had won the game I went to go congratulate him. I saw him kissing Britney. I went to Aarons and sobbed for hours. He deleted Eric’s number from my phone. I never talked to Eric again.

His name was Josh. He wore a lot of red shirts with anarchy symbols and never wore any pants that weren’t black. His blond hair was long and always kept in a ponytail. It showed that he had control over his appearance and not his dad. He had an air of not giving a fuck about anything. Except in our speech and debates class where it truly mattered. I thought he was cool. Aaron thought he was an ungrateful ass. One day Josh took me to a riot. He gave me a protesting t-shirt. The next day I showed it to Aaron. He wasn’t amused. He thought that Josh was manipulating me to join his ‘riot group’. I got mad at him and said he bought me a riot shirt because he loved me. A couple of months later Josh and I got into a heated debate. He decided he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.

His name was Markus. He was always wearing black even under his eyes. He wanted to dye his hair black, but his yellow hair never touched the comb. He kind of reminded me of Josh. He was also against the world. But he wasn’t angry about it, just disappointed. I met him on the first day of my senior year. Our teachers were making us talk to the people sitting next to us and answer the questions on the board. We talked about last night’s episode of Breaking Bad. It wasn’t long after wards when he introduced me to his friends. Aaron didn’t like me hanging out with them. They smoked. Mom didn’t like them either. She wanted me to stop and just focus on school and college. We got into lots of fights. Markus gave me drugs to cope. My parents found out. We took the shuttle and ran away from home. Two weeks in I decide to call Aaron. He asked why I didn’t run to him instead of running away with Markus, that I didn’t need to result to drugs. He didn't understand. I got mad at him and said he gave me drugs because he loved me. Fourth week in and life became too hard to handle. I called Aaron to come take me home. Markus stayed behind.

His name was Dan. He always wore a button up shirt and kept his blond hair neat. I should have guessed right off the bat he was going into a business major. He asked what I was going into. I didn’t know yet, I was still trying to get myself together. He looked very together. I needed him and I together. I asked him if we could hang out. He said yes. I told Aaron about it and waited for his critics. He just smiled and said I’m happy for you. Dan and I went on lots of dates. Aaron and I started seeing each other less and less. Dan gave me a ring. I called up Aaron to tell him the big news. You’ve been together for little under a year, you sure about this he asked hesitantly. I got mad at him and said he gave me a ring because he loves me. Dan and I got married. Aaron didn’t come. Life was how it was supposed to be. I had a loving, caring, supporting husband who’d do anything for me. He was perfect, too perfect. Nothing was ever wrong. I was never wrong. He’d get me everything I wanted. But for some reason I wanted something more. A year later my house phone rings and I bolt out the door. I never went back.

His name was Aaron. He had jet-black hair that met just under his ears. He wasn’t tall but it was just enough to tick me off that I still had to look up at him. He had a birthmark that looked like a bat on his left shoulder and was ticklish under the arms. He wore whatever had a funny quote on it. Which suited him well because he could make just about anyone laugh. He was also the kind of guy who was always there for you, even after a fight. I knew him as a friend for a very long time but I didn’t see him as someone I loved until the hospital called. Of all the things I knew about him, cancer was not one of them. I poked my head into his room. He’s awake but looks tired. That doesn’t stop him from pulling a bold joke. Which was as bad and cheesy as the others he told. I laugh anyways and start to tear up. I asked him why he didn’t tell me. He tells me to come closer, that he needed to give me something he’d been meaning to give me since the first day we met. He gave me a kiss. I got mad at myself and said he gave me a kiss because he loves me. Now it’s too late. He’s gone.