Peyton Moormeyr

Peyton was a camp counselor, and I liked him. We were from different cities, but we communicated really well by phone and text. And then I left and never came back to camp. Before I left, he asked, "See you?" and I said, "Next summer. "
Two years later, he wrote to me: come back home if you ran away, probably come home, please.....)
and so, I'm sitting at home, alone, and I'm getting messages: come home, please... if you promised and didn't come back, come home, please...)