The year was 1991. He had wavy brown hair, that sexy stubble, rode a motorcycle, would tickle me until I screamed, "I'm going to pee my pants!!!", and threw me haplessly onto his trampoline because I was too short and scrawny and weak to get onto it myself. Alas, since I was about 3 and a half or 4 or something, and he was 20 something, I could never have my beloved Trent Blumenthal.
Most people will say that it was only crush and not real love. But you know what? Girls mature faster than boys and therefore we are totally capable of knowing true love by the age of 3.5-4.
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