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Taken
By Andrea Janov
QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Originally published in Out of Our April 2010.
He stole my heart by kicking my foot and smiling
at me during a 9Lives show. I’d like to think I
stole his heart that time at Pizza Night, when I wore a Third Eye Blind shirt, and he gave me this scar on my elbow from wrestling in a booth. It was a red booth. We saw each other every day that summer : cliff diving, breaking into abandoned buildings, a kiss in the rain leaning on my car, and handpicked flowers no one missed from their gardens. Mix tapes making our soundtrack. We fell in love with the small town we grew up in and each other. He broke my heart, lying on boulders, looking at the stars, watching headlights of cars speed on the highway below us. Asking questions of life and making top three lists of what was important: best looking guys and girls, favorite songs, scars from the pit. Mark told me then, I was the summer girl.
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