06, 07, and 08.

This is the story of how I fell in love with someone. Someone who I now realize I shouldn't have fallen in love with. Not because of him, and not because of me, but because of the world we lived in.

This is the story of how my heart got broken. Not because of him, or because of me, but because of the people around us.

This is the story of those summer months, those summer months where I didn't care about anything else but him. Those 3 months that rolled around every year over and over again, those months where the mornings were late, and the nights seemed to go on for hours and hours. Where the weather was warm and fuzzy, and the sun covered the sky for so long.

This is the story of me, of my life, and of the person who changed myself forever.

This is the story of my 06, 07, and 08.