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I have permission from his parents to use his name. I met him when I had just turned 13, and I was convinced he was the love of my life. Raine was 14 at the time. We talked for five months before dating. At the end of our first week together, he was in a fatal car crash and pronounced dead when he reached the hospital. God, I miss him. I'm 15 now, and it's HARD to move past him. I know, it was a stupid little young teen relationship, but he respected me. He was the nicest guy I've ever meet: respected and supported me in everything. Even if we had broken up, I could see us being lifelong friends. Rest in peace, Raine. This world misses you.


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