Nothing impressive here. Just all the romantic corniness that dominates the mind of the teenage girl. When I first started writing this story, I was sixteen. It was called, I kid you not (the pages don't lie): Lost in Love. Some things will be familiar. Others will be different. Devon was always Devon, for example. It was originally written in first person, in an epistolary style. The basics of the story was the same. Names are mostly the same. Mind you this isn't all of it, just the first handwritten 60-something pages. Should be mostly legible.