Let me begin by saying that I am not a writer. Nor am I even an adult, so maybe my feelings won’t be taken as for real. but last summer, I fell in love. Head over heels. That kind of love. He was from the UK, and had come over to Maine for the summer and what we had was fabulous. But then… he left. Much faster then I could imagine. He told me that he would write, but never did. I thought we had it all.
Hmm !!… I think he is a big jerk ! sorry for saying that ,,,!