So heres the pathetic story. At the age of 12 years old I got a major crush on one of my classmates. Of course I was too shy to tell him, and then as life would have it. My family moved, I left the school and never saw the 'love' of my young life again.
Until now that is.
My Uncle is getting married, so for the first time in 4 years I'm going back to my home town. Doubtlessly I'll see Bryan when there. He is after all the ringbearer! It's hideous, He and my Uncle are like bestfriends. And the worst thing is.. thanks to my mums big mouth my Uncle knows how much I like him. Who knows how much he's told...
So here I am partaking in a 4 day, cross continent trip back to the town I grew up in.
Who's to know how it'll turn out...
