Summers Coming Again
It’s just about here. Tomorrow is my last day, then the exam follows on Thursday. He wrote me something very sweet and sentimental in my yearbook and he’s been very proud of me this year. I wish I had more time with him. He is the sweetest, most wonderful man on the face of this earth. I love him, forever and always. I stole his pen today and I don't really want to give it back.















