"It was not a phase. You were not some simple crush. I held onto you like you were the last piece of fabric in the world. And to me, you were. Because we were young it stuck with me longer. You stayed with me afterwards. You fought with me and laughed with me. I sometimes wish you would have even cried me with me…just once. But to answer that teeny, nagging, thought in the back of your mind…no. You were not a phase. You were my first love. When I think about you I still get sick, but it’s not uncomfortable. I get sick because I feel old."