I have loved Channing Monroe all my life. In first grade, he asked for my Trapper Keeper. Growing up, the problem was never love for us.
I hit him in the head with it.
Third grade, we were best friends. We kissed in seventh grade.
Eighth grade, he turned into a bad boy and the rest was a tumultuous storm.
Bad times. Good times. There were times when I felt our love in every inch of my body, vibrating, making me feel...