I was 16, he was 17. I was into Pop music and dance and still a momma's-girl. He was a Punk guy that didn't care what anyone thought and didn't ask his mom's permission to do anything. Met at some meeting my mom took me to, then again in art class the next year where he sat behind me and played with my hair. By summer we had been really good friends for a few months.
We worked together in a shark aquarium that summer. I had the biggest crush on him but since he had told me the same thing 6 months earlier and I said I wanted to be friends I didn't think he felt the same way still.
I was wrong.
We argue about who made the first move.
Been together ever since.
I heart you, Josh. Forever and Always.
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