It was a hot summer day when I met him
on the construction site next to my
parents’ house. Under the sweat and dirt,
Manning Sutter was as handsome as the
sun was bright. He was older, darker,
experienced. I wore a smiley-face t-shirt
and had never even been kissed. Yet we
saw something in each other that would
link us in ways that couldn’t be
broken...no matter how hard we tried.
I loved Manning before I knew the
meaning of the word. I was too young, he
said. I would wait. Through all the
carefully-chosen words hiding what we
knew to be true, through his struggle to
keep me innocent, and through infinitely-
starry nights—I would wait. But I’d learn
that life isn’t always fair. That no matter
how much you achieve, none of it
matters if you suffer the heartbreak that
comes with falling for someone you can
never have. Because even though I saw
Manning first, that didn’t matter. My older
sister saw him next.
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