"Why are you so afraid of me?" he askedconstantly. Honestly, I didn't know.
"Have you fallen in love with meyet?" he would ask every day. I pretended not to hear him and just keptworking. As the days went by we spent more time together flirting and teasingeach other, doing anything but work. He would always tell me how special I madehim feel, but I would just thank him passively, never returning thecompliment.
"Have you fallen in love with me yet?" he asked forthe last time as the summer came to an end. But this time it was different.Instead of avoiding the answer, and the question, I looked him in the eye andtold him, "It was love at first sight."
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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