Panic seized me.  I was 16, how could I know what love was?  I was 16 but I knew without a doubt that I wasn't the right person for him.  I panicked, and I fled the next day, telling my friend that I couldn't see him anymore. I told her that I wasn't right for him, wasn't the best person for him and I was too confused, too immature, had too many problems to date anyone, let alone him.

She looked at me, wrapped her arms around me and said, "I think you need to tell Peter, not me."

I...I didn't know what to say, what to do.  Everything was too new and too overwhelming but eventually I agreed to let her talk to him for me.  Later that evening, I met with him and he simply shared the space.

We didn't talk, he didn't accuse me of anything or tell me I was being childish.  We sat there in silence and I simply enjoyed his closeness.  Finally, he looked at me in his quiet way and smiled, his brown eyes warm as he said, "None of it matters to me. Only you matter to me."

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What a nice guy.

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