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          "All of my life, I've been taught right from wrong. That everything doesn't always go your way. You can't always have the best. That sometimes, your real home was always at heart. That all you need - is love. I found out though, nine years ago, that sometimes you do get what you want. You do have the best. And home always isn't at heart. But still, all you really need is love. I was 17 when I found everything I ever wanted. I found home. I learned that things do break easily. No matter how strong you thought they once were." Adison closed her journal and brushed her fingers over the cover of it.

She looked up at the feild before her as a rush of wind ran through her hair. She smiled. The smell of that wine. She could never forget that smell. It was embeded into her heart. It was sure to be stained there forever.

Suddenly.. every thought came rushing back. Every memory of that summer nine years ago. Every word she spoke. Every thought she made. Every dream she had was right there. That foolish summer romance. She layed her journal on the brown grass underneath her and held her head in her hands, wishing she could live it all again. Just once more.