I Finally Got To Date My Crush Years After Middle School. Then The Unthinkable Happened.
Briefly

Jeremy ― the immortal 9th grader, vice president of student council, tennis player and wrestler with the dreamiest green eyes.
Seventh grade was a traumatic year. My parents were in the thick of a messy divorce. My mom underwent surgery and then radiation to remove a tumor from behind her eye. My sister, my only sibling, went off to college. And my childhood home went on the market (and was later sold, coincidentally by Jeremy's mom, a real estate agent).
Read at HuffPost
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