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I wish someday, while walking down a busy street of my small town, I run into the guy whose heart I broke in 9th grade. And I hope he stops— a little stunned—then smiles, waving his hand up high, just like he used to do in school back then. And I would finally gather the courage to tell him how much it aches me, knowing I broke his little heart. I’d tell him nobody has ever loved me the way he did... » Continue Reading