Birthday Party

Fond memories stick to your brain like superglue.

I remember this specifically when I was turning 10 years old:

I had a little elementary school crush that began when all he said was “you’re cute,” as we worked on classwork at a table with just us.

My eyes lit up like the stars at night out in the country. He thinks I’m cute? *gasps*

Ever since, I had a hard crush on that boy. So, I decided to invite him to my birthday party when November came around.

I invited classmates that were girls. No boys came, of course, because I really wanted my crush to come. The girls figured it out quickly that I had a crush, and they figured out I invited him. The girls crowded around me, turned on the radio, and this one song came on that I could never forget:

My Love by Justin Timberlake

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Thus, they sang, crowding around me, mockingly:

See, all I want you to do is be my love (So don’t give away)
My love (so don’t give away)
My love (so don’t give away)
Ain’t another woman that could take your spot
My love (so don’t give away)
My love (so don’t give away)
My love (so don’t give away)
Ain’t another woman that could take your spot, my love
Love, my love, my love (Source)

If you’re a 90’s-early 2000’s kid, you sang along, didn’t you? 

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When I was a young girl…(Part 1)

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(Source) (I actually have brown eyes, but this is beautiful nonetheless!)

My father…took me into the city, to see a marching band… (any MCR fans out there? God, I wish they’d reunite.)

I was adorable, I have to admit. The way I snickered when I put a little prank on someone, knowing the amount of trouble I’d get into.

But then, it dawned on me. When I was mischievous and mean to others, I realized that I was the bully. I was the one causing them pain. In the long run, they would ask themselves, “what have I done to her to deserve this?”

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