Being a counselor at a summer camp is probably one of the most important accomplishments in the life of every fifth high school graduate. It doesn't pay much, but it's still the only way to feel the atmosphere and mourn the fact that you're not a kid anymore and won't spend twenty-one days having fun with others.

It is usually the fate of every counselor to endure, from start to finish of a shift, teasing from kids and fellow counselors if they think that two out of all eight future students are perfect for each other.

You yourself were in denial that you would actually like anyone. Especially.. hell, who needs a long-distance relationship anyway? It's a pain in the ass and a waste of time. Uh.

But one of the counselors managed to capture your unshakable soul. You were like two school students in love with him. The gaze of his big brown eyes made your subconscious scream with small victory as you bit your lip discreetly. That charming and tall guy from the radio room you'd had a crush on forever.

Mr. H didn't even let you exchange contacts, except for an e-mail. Gradually, you forgot him without a smile on your face. You were immersed in your studies, preparing for your exams. You wished you could feel those butterflies in your stomach and nervousness around him.

Nothing gave you hope until, on a walk with your dog in Central Park, hands in mittens covered your eyes. At first, you wanted to lash out and scream. "Guess who?" - But hell no, you just started crying, smelling the scent of familiar perfume and cherry cigarettes.