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Inasmuch as any twelve year old boy could be in love, Wade was in love. He adored Jennie. She seemed to be equally fond of him. Did they call it love, though? Perhaps. But was it the same kind of love that characterizes romance? Wade might have thought so as he lay awake at night thinking about her. But at that age, love and its nuances are easily confused.
Jennie and Wade never dated. They never called themselves anything. There were no titles other than “friend”. In many senses, they understood love better than most because they didn’t need definition.
Jennie and Wade never dated. They never called themselves anything. There were no titles other than “friend”. In many senses, they understood love better than most because they didn’t need definition.