I had always dreamed of being with Trixie, the girl I had adored since the day I met her. She was a senior in our high school, and I was just a lowly freshman, but that didn't stop me from daydreaming about her every single day. I spent hours perfecting my image in the hopes that one day, she would see me as more than just a kid.
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/>/>After years of pining after her, I had finally mustered up the courage to confess my feelings. To my surprise, she felt the same way and we began dating shortly after. It was like a dream come true - the girl I had always idolized was finally mine.
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/>/>But our happiness was short-lived. One day, while Trixie was driving home from a late-night study session, she was hit by a drunk driver. I remember the phone call I received from her mother, telling me the news. My world shattered in an instant.
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/>/>I couldn't believe that my dreams had been ripped away from me so suddenly. Trixie was taken from me far too soon, and my heart ached with the unbearable pain of loss. I was left with a gaping hole in my chest and a constant feeling of longing, wondering if I would ever find love again.
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/>/>I spent months in a haze, trying to cope with the grief. Everywhere I went, memories of Trixie haunted me, making it difficult to move on. I didn't think I would ever find happiness again.