Poem of camping

I still remember the first time I talked to you.
I had just got out from swimming in the loch with my friend and you were sitting behind were our towels lay. Lauren was the first to talk to you though but Lauren would be, but I asked you who the small boy was and you told me he was called Lucas and he was younger cousin to one of the people you shared a tent with.
You left us after that and we never saw you again till that night when you walked over to talk to Stanley who we were talking to. I don’t know how and when I fell in love with you but I did, and when you asked me out on that last day of camping you will never understand how happy I was, but when your tent attacked our tent I was upset, and thought you used me even though Lauren said you did like me I know she had her doubts but she would never voice them in fear of making me cry, even though we did cry when your whole tent left without saying goodbye.