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She was every thirteen year old boy dream. she had long flowing hair, a beautiful smile, and a body to match. her name was Pamela b..she was couple of years older than me but somehow i knew she wanted me. every time she looked my way her face seemed to light up like a sun filled sky.the first time i heard her voice it seemed to drive something inside of me wild, and it was that way every time she spoke to me. she loved me and i was going to have her if it was the last thing i did. i remember the day i asked her if she had a boyfriend, she looked at me, smiled and said, "Of course i do. You're my boyfriend aren't you?" i thought i was going to loose my mind, then she ever so lightly gave me a kiss. as the day and weeks passed, i would look out my bedroom window and see Pamela almost every day. as i ran outside to greet her i would often feel my heart pounding with the love i felt for her. "Pamela." i would whisper ever so gently. and like clockwork she would always look to me and smile as she said my name. my plan was to marry this young lady and raise a family when i was old enough. during school days i often went a lil mad waiting on the final bell of the day. running home from school always seemed the best thing to do just to make sure i didn't miss my chance to see Pamela. until, the day i ran home as fast as i could only to get the biggest shock of my young life. Pamela was gone. her family had moved away while i was at school trying to become a better man. i really miss Pamela. and to her i would like to say, "I STILL LOVE YOU PAMELA." and as much as i loved her then i still love her now, but not like you would think. see what i didn't tell you is that Pamela was not only my first love but she was my first at many more things. i would like to thank her for all the thing that she taught me about life and love. she was a wonderful person and i wouldn't give up the memories that we shared together as well as the memories that we still share together today. you see, i was one of the lucky ones. i found my first love just a few years after she moved away and we did get back together. i loved her when i was just a boy and i love her as a man. my girl next door is now my wife.

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