I met a fantastic boy in the last 13 hours of cancer camp. We kissed and cuddled and talked and giggled for those 780 minutes. We watched the sun rise. We haven't spoken since, and yet I still think about those 46800 seconds like it is my only memory. I am convinced he is my soul mate. |
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Posted by Kenna Leigh at 9:50 PM
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