We Dreamed of Traveling the World — Years Later, I Was Met by a Stranger
When I was seventeen, Lucy was the first person I ever truly loved. There’s a kind of love in youth that feels limitless, uncontainable, and utterly invincible — the sort that takes up all your afternoons and fills your evenings with daydreams.
We spent hours beneath the old wooden bleachers at our high school, a place hidden from teachers, parents, and even the rest of the world.
There, in that small, sun-dappled corner, we shared our secrets, our laughter, and our dreams. Lucy had a way of making the ordinary feel…
When I was seventeen, Lucy was the first person I ever truly loved. There’s a kind of love in youth that feels limitless, uncontainable, and utterly invincible — the sort that takes up all your afternoons and fills your evenings with daydreams.
We spent hours beneath the old wooden bleachers at our high school, a place hidden from teachers, parents, and even the rest of the world.
There, in that small, sun-dappled corner, we shared our secrets, our laughter, and our dreams. Lucy had a way of making the ordinary feel…
