There is a young love that we all pass somewhere in life..The love of dreams you never know what will come of them so true indeed.. I met one I loved years ago and never thought it would ever pass this way agian.. Now it has come and my secrates are now known to him.. I still feel a love for him and it has been so strong for so long.. I just want them to know I still love them dear..
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