There was one summer a few years ago when a "summer fling" escaped it's reputation of being just another cliché: I met a boy. It was one of those random things; the kinds of things that are unexpected and unlikely, out of place but not. There was something about him though that I was attracted to - A magnet of some sort that had nothing to do with who he was or …
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…wonder what it's like to be on the other side. It looks so pretty over there, the trees greener, the air looks like it smells like candy apples. But perhaps, after a visit or two, you'll only want to jump back on to the ground you know, with your eyes closed you know it like you know your own face, where the trees look familiar and the air smells like home, not like foreign flowers.