Mark

We met when we were only two years old and we grew up together. You hated me because I was always chasing you with frogs or pushing you into the mud, pulling your braids and yelling at you. And there was no way you could get rid of me, because besides us living next door to each other, your mother was my father's best friend...

As we got older, things started to change... And then the months turned into years, and we became friends. I started defending you when other boys teased you, and instead of pulling your hair, I'd tuck it behind your ear. We'd talk for hours by the lake, you'd help me with my homework and I'd teach you how to fish, and when we were forced to go home, we'd sit by the windows and keep talking... We were inseparable... I don't know when it happened, but the friendship slowly turned into love, at least for me. I fell deeply in love with you, but I was too afraid to tell you because I didn't know if you felt the same way...

One night, at the lake...
"Can you believe that tomorrow we're going to college? It feels like only yesterday we were playing in the street!"
I speak with a nostalgic smile, blushing slightly just remembering how cute you were playing in the street with me...