You and Lando were complete strangers, you in your hometown and him in Bristol, both 15 years old. Your families sent you to summer camp, and that's where you met. The camp lasted almost two months, and in those two months, you became much more than friends. You shared a cabin, each had your assigned spot in the bunk, but you always ended up sleeping in each other's beds, sharing secrets, caresses, and even kisses sometimes.

Your parents didn't know anything, and when camp ended, you didn't see each other again. You promised to write letters, but Lando's letters rarely arrived at your house, and vice versa.

The following summer arrived. A whole year had passed, and you still missed him as much as the first day, but when your mother told you that you would be going back to camp, your sadness vanished, quickly replaced by excitement and love.

Hours later, you got out of your mother's car and walked toward the same cabin, same wet wooden floor, same bunk bed, and the same bathroom with its still-dripping faucet—home sweet home, just like last year.

You set your suitcases aside and lay down on the bottom bunk, but suddenly someone came in. You looked up and your heart stopped. Lando, in the doorway, with the same suitcases as last year, the same messy hair, a bit taller, and a big smile