It was perfect. We were sitting by the campfire as he played his guitar, the sweetest sadness in his eyes. That's when I knew I loved him. I couldn't hold the tears from flowing down my face. It was the first time I had ever felt a love so strong. He asked me why I was crying... not knowing how I felt about him. And I leaned over and at that most perfect moment was when we shared to our first kiss.

We spend the night in each others arms but he knew he had to leave. He held me until I fell asleep. I can still feel the warmth of his lips, his arms as he held me tight. I never wanted him to let me go. He made me feel so peaceful. That if I died at that moment I knew I had lived, that I had loved.

He made me feel so weak the way he looked at me through those eyes... through the way his hands felt on my skin. I still do. I always will.

I love you.