They say you never forget your first love. Who knew they were right? Sometimes I'd give anything to curl up in that leather jacket and know that it wouldn't be long before I'd be going home to meet him by the station, where I'd be swung around off the ground and hugged so hard I'd feel like I'd never breath again and wouldn't regret it for a moment. Plattsburgh does odd things to one's mind... well... to mine at least. It makes me wonder what would have happened had I kept with my commitment. Would I be married right now? Would I be happy? Would he be happy? Sometimes I doubt magic exists; and then I remember I've experienced it and just feel quite alone.
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