I'm going back to camp until Eleanor can come back home. I don't know how long it's been since I was actually at camp or since I spent a night there. I can almost pretend it's just the start of summer, that lots of campers are arriving for a summer filled with capture the flag, battle training, and prank wars. Usually about this time of year in our cabin we'd be stocking up the infirmary since June is our busiest month, leading camp singalongs. Vie and I would get sunburned and Will and Austin would laugh at us. Austin and I would burn marshmallows and Will would try to lecture us on the proper way to do it, until Austin threw one at him and stuck it in his hair with perfect accuracy and Will would give up. Maybe Dad would even drop by sometimes. He'd give Will healing tips and ask various nosy questions about our relationship statuses. I wish someone had told me last summer that it would be the last one like that. Maybe I would've appreciated it more. Savored every moment. Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much, having to move on. And don't get me wrong I'm excited to start a new chapter with Eleanor. Because I love her. A lot. But I'll still miss those days.
