When I last posted almost three weeks ago (so sorry for the interruption, life happened), I had just finished up my story about Keith*. Keith and I continued to attend church together during the summer, although I am afraid we were never as civil to each other as before. That's expected when your heart gets broken.
That summer, I met the cutest little Latin boy named Hugo*. I met Hugo while I was at church camp, and it was an unexpected meet. I was walking around the campus and he randomly said something while looking my way, but he was not speaking directly to me. It was super loud and I mistakenly thought he was speaking to me. so I stopped him to see what it was he said, and we just hit it off. I met him 3 days before the last day of camp, and we spent all three days with each other as much as possible. He was a beautiful boy.
He came and ate lunches and dinners at my cabin, which just so happened to be right next door to his cabin. We would spend all our free time together, where he would come with me to watch my church play the various sports we participated in. We would spend time with each other immediately after the evening service.
That summer, the camp had a fireworks display on the last night. Of course we watched them together. He had his arm around me the whole time and toward the end he kissed my forehead. It was so cute :)
We exchanged numbers, and he and I talked to each other every day. He told me I was one of the most beautiful people he had ever met all the time. Unfortunately, we lived about two hours away from each other, and neither of us were old enough to drive. We relied on phones and parents.
I saw Hugo one more time before I lost touch with him. Toward the end of the summer, his parents drove him to my town for a weekend, and he stayed with my grandparents at night while I went home. He dealt with hanging out with my brothers while I would go to my practices every day. The weekend ended way too soon, and before I knew it, we were dropping him back off at the meet up.
I think I heard from Hugo maybe three more times before we lost touch. I don't know who stopped calling who, but he just kind of fell off the map. Then another boy caught my attention just before school started.
My name is Blake*, and Latin lovers are seriously the most beautiful boys ever.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
I don't have anything to update about Hugo, I have no idea where he is or how he is doing.
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