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July 14


July 14 2013

My first love

texted me

12:01 AM

“Happy Birthday Cosette

You’re beautiful and

I really really like you.”

Went out to family dinner

And my parents invited him along.

We dropped by his house

And then got stuck

Playing scrabble with his family

He had to be back home at 10

His mother

Indirectly called me a whore

I wanted to cry

But he gave me

My first makeout session

In the back of his car

And his sweatshirt

That I still wear two years later.

 

July 14 2015

My second love

texted me

8:15 AM

“Happy Birthday!”

And a string of emojis.

Went out to family dinner

at the same restaurant

My parent didn’t think to invite him.

He drops by

We sit on the porch

He gives me flowers

A store bought card

with sunflowers on it

He only signed his name.

 

As he leaves

We kiss on my porch

and all I think about

Is that I had my first kiss

With my first love

More than two years earlier

in that very same spot.

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