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He looked like he stepped out of a fairytale.

She was a pretty average girl, but she still caught my eye.

All blonde hair and tall frame and green eyes and musician’s hands.

Her brown hair was always put up, and her glasses were always falling down her nose.

He had this way with words that made me laugh all the time.

She had this way of treating people that made everyone feel at ease.

He couldn’t spell to save his life, but he could make a good pun up on the spot.

She said she was shy, but I’d never seen anyone look sad around her.

Hearing his voice, even with the puns, always made me feel content.

Talking to her made me feel happy and calm, and she always texted back.

His voice was like his embrace in that sense.

Nothing felt better than talking to her, especially when she giggled in that way she has.

Nothing felt safer than his arms wrapping around me tightly.

She asked for hugs a lot, but I liked giving them to her.

He was a lot taller than me, so I could hear his heartbeat when he hugged me.

Her head didn’t even brush my chin, and her arms wrapped around me right below my ribs.

It soothed me when I was sad and comforted me when I was happy.

It was sweet how she’d rest her cheek against my chest and completely relax.

I still remember the last hug he gave me.

She did that the last time we hugged, too.

Tears were streaming down my face, and I was worried about getting his shirt wet.

She kept saying that she didn’t want to get my shirt wet because she was crying.

He was the reason I was crying, but I still felt terrible about his shirt being wet.

I was why she was crying, so her getting me wet was the smallest “punishment” I could imagine.

It didn’t help that he was being all nice about it, too.

I was trying to be kind about it.

He was being nice about not being friends with me anymore.

I couldn’t be her friend anymore, and it broke both of our hearts.

I didn’t know that was something you could be nice about.

I didn’t want to break her heart, not with how many times it had broken before.

It still hurts to think about that last hug.

Thinking about her still hurts, but I deserve that.

I miss him more than words could say.

I miss her more than words could say.