So I was at Camp. And I met a boy. Young love I tell you. We both liked each other. And I can tell you that when the last campfire came, and the last day. Tears and cries were uncovered by the emotion of sadness and loneliness, it was such love. And it was funny. Because he was just so cute!
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And when we went to camp out. I'm not sure if I was okay? I was saying some weird ass things. Like~ "I miss -him-" or "I wanna go back and see -him-" and such other things. I don't wanna reveal his name, for I'd prefer not to. Only two people will ever know.
But while on the ride home. I cried, and cried at home, and cried at night. And I guess I really truly did like him. Or even love? I don't know?
What was the feeling?
This all happened from July 13-19th/2016. I know, young love though. Just keep that in mind.
I really did love him...
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My Little Left Alone LIFE
Non-FictionIts just a few questions. And a brief description of me, and the life I have. Mainly stupid questions.
