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Funnily enough, my crush took me on a pre-pubescent date. To a local airshow. We were 11, so it was with his Mum, Dad and two younger sisters. He was mad on the armed forces and I just had fun with his sisters.
He refused to go on the Big Wheel, crushing my hopes of bumping lips. Instead I went on with the older sister - only a school year younger than us - who quizzed me mercilessly re my intentions!
Recently I dream about Mark. Night after night. I understand why - my mind is taking me back to when "love" was simple. When it didn't depend on body shape or income or ambition. It was just about who you were.
I think my brain wants to be in love again.
The rest of me is more sensible.
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