For the following two weeks, we talked throughout the day during our breaks at school, we texted constantly, and we saw each other whenever it was possible. We didn’t live super close to each other, but he came to my house a couple of times a week, or we went out for dinner. I loved riding on the back of his bike. I would wrap my arms tightly around him and press my head to his back. I loved how close to him I felt. I also loved that we could talk for hours. There were never enough hours in the day to tell him everything that I wanted to say or ask him everything that I wanted to know. He truly cared about every little detail of my day, and he was proud of my accomplishments. He was attentive and kind. Cross had even come over to run with me a couple of times. I loved running with him. We pushed each other, and time went by quickly because we talked the entire time. We had only had two small problems so far, and I was wondering how to overcome them. The first one was his motorcycle. He didn’t know that my dad wouldn’t allow me to ride on it.
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