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you used to hit me when we were in the backseat, hard on the arm, but i never bruised. no take backs! and a grin from you and i was lost in your eyes and your smile, but i’d never tell you because you were a girl and that was weird and now i tell them for the first time over 6 years later and i still can’t look you in the eyes without getting those little butterflies and you still don’t know. it wouldn’t surprise me if she was, they say. i don’t mention that i’ve heard stories from mutual friends that weren’t supposed to say anything to anyone. but no one is listening to me: do you remember when we used to pretend to kiss? i think i’ve kissed you for pretend more than i’ve kissed anyone else.