How it all started

I was in fourth grade when my family decided to go on a vacation with some friends to celebrate New Year. That's when I met him. The guy who would go on to be my best friend and later the love of my life. We were just kids when we started talking but the chemistry was apparent to everyone around us. We would talk 24/7 and it was like there was no one else in the world but us. It was like a fairytale for a fourth grader. Our families got really close and so did we. This is when social networking was not that big of a thing. So when I did get back home, I had no way to contact him. But little did I know, we would meet again soon. It's when our families went to Europe together when we really fell in love. I can't exactly recall what our first destination was, but we covered Paris (obviously) and Switzerland. I remember this one time when our parents forgot me in a public bathroom and when I came out, I was on the verge of crying. I saw him climbing up the hill to come get me, The second I saw him, I sighed with relief. I was with him at Disneyland and we were just kids who enjoyed each other's company so much that the whole world felt left out.
I finally got his number and his Facebook and we started talking everyday. Our conversations were endless. I'd wake up my laptop the second I got home just to talk to him. We were best friends before we knew it. He was my ally. We had so much in common, music and gaming and raging teen hormones. He was perfect and possessive, just the way I liked it. We started dating when I got to seventh grade. He was the best boyfriend ever, until..

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