After the prom dumping date, Pete and I settled into a routine. Seems he was growing more comfortable dating a sixteen year old, and falling in love with her.
We had occassional telephone calls during the week, but kept most of our dating to Saturday night.
Real old fashion date night.
May melted into June. Things were changing. Not for me a Pete. We were young and so-called in love.
My parents had made several trips to Tallahassee that spring. They came home after the last one with a bit of news.
"We're moving to Tallahassee in July."
From my diary entries, I seemed to take it all in stride, planning to return to Miami when I graduated high school and marry Pete.
Dreamers.
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