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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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friends hold hands
by nicholas
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what makes this story hit so hard is that she was the first girl i ever kissed, and i was 15. that’s right, 15 years of watching "bikini carwash" sequels (never the original) before the anguish subsided.
anyways, we loved each other. probably so much that it ruined me forever. 2 and a half years later, she goes to college. one day i go to roger williams campus and she breaks up w/ me under a bridge down the road. we went out later that night and danced at some school function of some sorts and that’s where i meet jeff hardcock, or wood cock, he had a really dirty sounding last name. anyways, i got the vibe that she was into him and i was ok with it. so ok that i cried for a week. she was a really nice girl, loved her family, cared about me intensely (still does!) not typical college material. never drank, smoked or drugs, a real straight arrow. well, she and jeff started dating but we stayed friends. i used to drive the 2 hours to bring her home on the weekends and she would kiss her boyfriend goodbye and get in the car and kiss me hello and proceed to hold my hand like nothing chancged, and fall asleep.
one particular friday i asked her what was up with all the hand holding and she said "what? friends don’t hold hands?" sounded logical enough to me, right? so next weekend me and my friend, ethan, went to pick her up at school and like always she kissed jeff goodbye and me hello, hopped into the backseat and watched as i proceeded to take hold of my friend ethan’s hand. as soon as the words came out of her mouth she knew my response "what? friends don’t hold hands?"
i wish i never did that because she never held my hand again.
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