The holiday be over.
I mass my summerholiday.
i had there match English friends, but ONE special friend.A A boy...
He adore me, says his sister.
But could I believe in have faith in?
I were in love from him, that could I yet to admit?
I told to his sister that I were in love from him too.
That evening was the last dat that he there are.
We told each other horror-story's at 12 our. Everyone went to heir caravan, I too.
That morning I went to the toilet, and saw HIM and his
other little sister.
He saw: Bye! And he gave me a kiss, long and tender.
And he went to home...