Letters I’ll Never Send #1 – School Yard Love (To P.B.)

I don’t know that there’s a normal or rational way to say this, but nothing has ever been the same as 10–12 year old me being completely in love with 10–12 year old you. And I say “in love” because as far as we were concerned at the time, it was love. Completely innocent, unadulterated love.

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