July was hot, it was muggy, but it was sweet. Now it's July again, but two years later. 730 days since we met. 17,520 hours since I saw her smile for the first time. We spent 10 days together, and I spent the other 720 looking for her, longing for her, and loving her all the same. I've written poems and songs, none of which will ever see the light of day.
I'll confess, I did, in a way break my own heart. I wounded myself like an idiot, and writing this story and reliving the memories reminded me of the scar I left. Scars tell stories, and it's time to tell ours.
This story is dedicated to L. This is her story, too. I could not have written this if it weren't for her. L, if you somehow find this, I'm sorry, and I love you.
I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed living it.
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Beneath the Summer Stars
RomanceBased on a true story, Chloe spends a week at a Christian summer camp called Camp Firwood. Someone in her cabin catches her eye, and sparks fly. A story of innocent romance between two awkward and clueless teens, Beneath the Summer Stars tells a tal...
