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A Treasured Memory

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Toby?” her voice called out to me like a bird singing in the early morning. I turned, facing the girl I had longed to be with since childhood. Her light brown hair danced in the breeze, as if Cupid himself were attempting to give me a sign that she was the one.

You’re giving me that look again, Toby,” she giggled.

Oh! Sorry, Celia.” It never ceased to amaze me that I could be so absent-minded and let my real feelings for her show. Even so, she never seemed to return those feelings back to me. I was forever doomed to be nothing but a close friend to her. None of that mattered though. As long as I had her by my side, even as just a friend, nothing in my little world could ever go wrong.

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