She had a crush on me when I had a crush on her. She was bicurious, experienced, and crazy. I was still a virgin, self-conscious, and scared. When she confessed her feelings for me, I told her I wouldn't be a good boyfriend, and left it at that. Yet, we went on a jazz tour and had the most romantic night of my life. She had always trusted me because I had treated her different than so many others had over the years. I had cared and never judged. Yet, she knew there was a side to me that very few people knew about. A primal, lusting side that would be so fun, if she could get to it. She wanted to be my first, and almost was. She was the reason I went to junior prom. We shared so much with each other, and Her chat log was the first to pop out at me. After two years of not talking, all it took to reignite that friendship was a single "Rawr." We spoke for five hours this morning, but it seemed like 10 minutes. Once I got past the fact that she was married and lived in Washington now, I realized she was the same girl I had cared for so much so long ago. That gives me three.