I first met him in August. I fell in love with him the next August. First puppy love.Then the forever kind of love. Many August's later, he was my first kiss. My first love. My first everything. And then one August, he moved to London with his parents. That August he broke my heart. This August he's back, and just when I thought I might be able to move on, he's back. He's back and ready to fight for us. But this August I'm scared. I don't know if I can let him back in.All Rights Reserved