George, high school senior, standing by a bench in the park.
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GEORGE
That was our spot. Right there. Parks are good for spots. And that one was ours. Is ours. It'll always be ours—no matter what. It's where we would eat her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And black and white cookies. She took the vanilla part. I always took chocolate. It's the spot where I asked her to be my girlfriend. We snuck away from the group and took a walk. We stopped here. And we always came back. We talked about everything here. There is something about this spot that let us really open up to each other. This was good because Laura was never any good at expressing her feelings. I guess. She's the only one who's ever loved me like that. How could anyone else love me as much as she did? It doesn't matter. It was the spot where our relationship began. And it was the spot where it ended. She held me close. Like always. But instead of "I love you." She said "I...can't do this. Anymore." She let go, like it was easy. I just wonder what would have happened if.... It doesn't matter. I'll always come back to this spot. But I don't think I can ever have another peanut butter and jelly sandwich.