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"Seth Cohen says happy birthday."
"Who?"
It was my seventeenth birthday and my best friend Marissa was running late. She had phoned me to say she was on her way, and out of the blue, told me that he had said happy birthday.
But I didn't know who he was then. I was more concerned with parties; drinking and being little miss popular.
I regret that now.
I never knew Seth Cohen would turn out to be the one for me.
The one, who cared for me, looked out for me the most.
And now he was the one who was bitter and cold towards me. But as I said before, it's what I deserve.
I remember our first kiss, the first time I let him into my heart.
It was four months after my birthday and it was at his house for his grandfather's birthday party.
I found him sitting alone on one of the white chairs by the pool and he looked pretty fed up. Fed up of me, the way I was treating him.
"There you are, I need you to introduce me to…""You know what Summer? No. All you've done is use me to meet rich, older guys."
"That is not true. Ok, maybe a little."
"These guys don't know you, they don't care who really are. You know, they don't care that everyday in third grade you shared you're lunch with that squirrel who kept getting his nuts stolen by that fat squirrel…" "I hated that mean squirrel!" "And… those guys weren't there when in sixth grade you had to read your poem aloud in class, and your hand was shaking because you were nervous and you cared what the other kids thought." "Poem? What poem?""I Wish I was a Mermaid."
"You remember that? That was like, sixth grade." I shook my head in wonder.
"I wish I were a mermaid, that was friends with all the fish, shiny tails and seashells…"
Then I kissed him and the world stopped spinning around. It was just he and I in that moment. Then the spell broke.
"…That's what I would wish."
I walked away then, looking for them rich, older guys. But his kiss never faded from my lips and I smiled to myself for taking his breath away.
And when we got together, it was him who took my breath away.
At first I was unsure, unsure of our love but he had faith in me.
He didn't care about my reputation, my faults or all the bad things in my life; he loved me for me.
The first person that really did.
I look back fondly on the time I treasure the most, where I realised for the first time that I was in love with him.
"You are so cheesy Cohen!"
"Come on… I'm sweeping you off your feet.
"Well, the sad part is… You kind of are."
Then we danced in his bedroom, to Ryan Adams' Wonder Wall.
Whenever I hear that song now, it brings back a lot of memories.
The memory of me, being complete when in his arms and the lyrics that relate so much to us. Everything was perfect then.
But now it's shattered.
I would do anything to take the way I treated him, back.
After I saw the sign, it made me realise.
You'll find out about the sign soon enough, right now it's not something I want to focus on.
It bought too much hurt, pain and shock. But it really hit my heart the most, because now it's aching.