Though it is painful to share, and is papered-pritsticked-stapled up proof of my sheer naivety at the tender age of eighteen, this was my ultimate scrap book of love, adoration and passion. I loved that boy dearly, but I believe that he cruelly, carelessly burned this book of dreams when he broke my heart a long, long time ago.
And you know what? It's still broken.
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