The day I had a crush on you, my life fell apart. I know I shouldn’t have fallen for you. Look at you: 3 years older, dark haired, tall and strong, sitting there at the bleachers in every single one of my basketball games. I had casted one look over to you. One look. You were staring right back at me. Then the dream came back. We had kissed. In the dream, you had kissed me, and I had kissed you back. I knew it was wrong. The whole dream felt wrong. But maybe it was what I wanted. Maybe it was something unexplainable. In the dream, I couldn’t stop. You couldn’t, I couldn’t. But looking into those dark brown eyes from across the basketball court, I knew I had spun myself into an inescapable web of twisted feelings.
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