Afloat in my sullen seas again I met her at dinner. Mark got her phone number. I thought he was messing around again. But no, he wasn't, yet he was, he was. Now I have to leave her and there isn't even much to leave because there was no time to build it. So for 100 days I will long for her For 100 days I will die, wondering what could have happened if only there'd been more time. But in August we start again. And I will like to see what happens.
Reason for writing:
They say love hides, and it hid for me until it was too late.
Now we have to leave, and it is really too bad. I hope we
don't forget each other....
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