Young, and i am adolescents

when i was opened that book, i look the past. i wrote something about him. his smile and his eyes. and everything about you like a ghost. but i love to see you. and now i come back the past, and i guess you come back again. you come and kill my heart. i want to come back into the past and walking around for hunt the photo. i love to hear your voice. when you said " it's very hot. my camera is like a burn. haha." and you touch my camera and you said, " your camera very hot because the sun." and you smiled at me. and that time is the one nice time. and i fall in you.