Memories Flooding Back

IMG_0279.JPG Today I was cutting out 3.5″x3.5″ squares for the place I volunteer and for some reason I thought about Vaughan, the first party of fall, and how I followed him back to his friends house.

We started making out in this rec room in the basement. He got up to go to the bathroom and I ran. I jumped on my bike and pedaled home faster than ever before.

I was laughing the entire time I thought of this memory though, because I remember voicemail he left me of pure surprise and confusion.


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