My first "love" was a boy named Dan. We lived in CT. and he was a year older than me. I had such a crush on him. We finally seemed to have some kind of mini relationship.. the kind only 13 year-olds can have. Then my family moved to AZ. I thought I'd never get over it. I wrote him letters for a year I think... he never wrote back... so pathetic... but one day my mom showed up at my jr. high and handed me an envelope. It was a letter from Dan. He wrote me many letters after that. I think I saved them... out in the garage somewhere. He was funny, sweet, tall and handsome and had a smile to die for. He's a lawyer now in Boston, I believe, and married... I don't know the man at all, but I'll always remember the boy.
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