I remember alright. Awful fellow. Was 4 years older. The first guy that ever kissed me. We went out for 2 months I think... I was 14. No restaurants for me, LOOL, we were taking long walks in the park, talking etc. I dumped him because at one time he'd stop calling me or giving me news for a whole week - we were in the summer before his senior year.
Apparently he had to help his parents at their summer house and he was too proud to tell me that the summer before his big year he was working and not having fun like the other kids. Irrespective of what I thought or felt (we used to see eachother almsot daily, were living 2 roads appart).
Got mad and dumped him. Again, he was too proud to say he was sorry or that he had made a mistake. Well, that should serve him right!
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