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Summer love, starts slowly. But as the summer nights last longer, so do the 
feelings of love resonate in the air for young lovers. This is exactly where our 
story begins. It all started near the end of August. I had just found out my family 
was on our way, to packing up in a race to move to Toronto Ontario in just about 
seven days. I had no idea, how much my life in Everett would have changed my 
life forever. 

There was this boy, of course there always is a boy. In highschool he seemed to 
be the quiet type. You know the mysterious ones, that you look at in the corner of 
your eye and tease. He barely exchanged glances back, and when he did I would 
always flash a mischievious smile. Oh the glory days, when you get all dizzy from 
the sensation of  "crushes".  I have never been able to clearly tell someone, when 
I feel something for them, and this was definetly a case. We did as most people 
do these days. We exchanged msn's and spoke nightly for hours. In the secret 
quiet of the night, I finally got to know him. He was kind, and sweet, the type of 
guy I never thought I would fall for. It just seemed right, if you know what I  mean. I 
always went for the angsty, bad boy basically the hottie in the leather jackets 
leaning over their trans- ams. So what was so special about James. He was this 
diamond in the rough. At first glance, almost dull. But as you looked closer, the 
most brilliant color. He could make me laugh, he had one of the highest 
intellects of anyone I had ever known, and the most captivating eyes. I remeber 
looking in them, and feeling as if the dark brown pools could suck me in and 
keep me there forever.

Our relationship to start, was that of a slow one. He went with walks with me, 
humourously walking on the other side of the path from me. I remeber always 
thinking, " When is this kid going to smarten up, and hold my hand." But everyone 
has those sort of stories when they are young. From there on out every second of 
the day, I could I would be spending the day with him. He was the one release 
from the pressures of the hustle and the panic inside of my home. My parents 
indecision to pick up our lives and move was to say the least exhuasting. I grew 
nauseated as every day past, because what I knew what was to come was for 
the worst.
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