12 years later

It started in a small-town mall. Her giving out free cookies and pop. Him spending every break talking to her. 12 years later. TWELVE YEARS later. {Whoa. What? How?!} It’s been 12 years since our first date. Twelve years since we watched a horrible horror movie and awkwardly got to know each other. The conversation is a lot better, the movies are usually better, and the life has been pretty close to perfect since I started dating that cute drummer when I was 17.

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