2002

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I'm sitting here now In a hospital bed writing this diary as I call it. So here's some background information. Mainly on Correy. I feel like I'm blogging and this will all go on YouTube or that I'm lost at sea and about to put this message into a bottle in hopes that one day it'll be washed up on the shore and found. And read.

We met when we were 2; well I mean that's when I learned how to walk and talk. Due to our close proximity in age and convenient parent bond we became close friends. We spent all day of every day together. We would laugh about many of things like the funny shaped popsicles we would get at the local lidls or the people and unrealistic situations we would find on tv programmes.

I was 9 when I realised I was in love with him. Hopeless. I wasn't but a minor but my gut told me that he was just; perfect. We loved to go along our local pier. It was never open but we managed to sneak in. I would run down holding his hand and I would feel the breeze hitting my face and i have never ever felt that happy.

He treated me like the boys in the movies did. My little 9 year old heart was warm and I was ready for the future.

'Yes I know I was being dramatic but I was in love guys don't shoot me!'

It was a late afternoon on a Sunday and we decided to go for a walk through the local park. We perched ourselves under a tree and exchanged words which now mean little but at the time meant the universe. We were 10 at this point.

'Close your eyes I have a surprise,' he said.

'Correy you know I've never liked surprises.'

'You'll love it,' he insisted.

I close my eyes; adrenaline running fast. I was nervous and excited. But my heart finally came to a stop when I felt his lips come to touch with mine and our hands interlocked.

I smiled.

'I have something to tell you,' he said.

'You can tell me anything.' Love in my eyes.

'This is the last day you're gonna see me.'

And he was right. His dad had got an offer in New Zealand. I was angry because he made me fall for him, put my feelings in an envelope, sealed it with a kiss then burnt it. But I was mostly upset. I... loved correy and nothing could change that.

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