You.

When we were kids, you used to purposely not wear underwear beneath your shorts so the us girls would run and scream when you got pantsed.

You were also the first boy to have the confidence to ask for a kiss and the first one I got to roll my eyes at in response.

This is they way I’ll remember you. 

Or I’ll always remember running into you this past fall, your face lighting up with the memories of sticky summers and dirty feet as you asked me about my life. 

Did I even ask you about yours?

Happy birthday, old friend. I hope you find peace. 

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