As a young, single adult, about age 18 or 19. I had spent time with many in a group, living away from home and learning to be independent. There were a few I had the most fun with. This is one from that time I enjoyed his attention, his sweet heart he wanted to share. He gave me this before he left. Our relationship blossomed as he made efforts to spend time with me. We had lunches in the peaceful cemetery near my work that had headstones as old as the first settlers. He included me in with his group of life long friends. I felt accepted. I now miss the innocence we shared.
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