wow, my first crush was also my first time with a girl, only about 5 years apart. Her name was Stacey Kimball, if I saw her today, I'd probably ask her to marry me. We met in 4th grade class, and she was the first girl I ever bought a whole box of chocolates for on Valentine's day. I got hungry and ate 2 of the chocolates before I gave it to her. She was my first kiss that day. Then two weeks later she moved. I didn't hear from her until high school. It was ninth grade, and by then, I only had a vague recollection of her. Then a couple of months into the year, this girl came up to me in the lunch room and kissed me on the lips in front of everybody. I didn't recognize her because she was a good 2 feet taller and simply gorgeous. My friends just stared and I looked at her closer and it was Stacey. I kissed her back right there, and we went out that weekend. We were like peas and carrots. Every chance we got, we were together, and in the summer, she told me she was moving again. Her dad was in the military. I don't know where she is now, but if she's reading this, I'm still here. Mark Cain.
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