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It got harder and harder to go home after an evening with my boyfriend. Since he was 10 years older, we always had the luxury of having his apartment to spend time at throughout the years. Time was spent with much normalcy, dinners in the evening, homework, tv watching on the sofa. We felt like we were living our regular life…being in love, being together. But then 11pm came around and it was time to go home. I longed to stay…I longed to have that complete life where I didn’t live separately from my love. This was the hardest thing for my teenage heart. I was living an adult relationship with teenage boundaries. This obviously got harder and harder as 18 approached.

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