I was 12, so was Gina. She was playing the guitar and singing at the campfire late at night, just the two of us.
I've heard the song 12 million times since then, and have thought of the late night campfire with Gina every single time.
And yes, I wonder if she even remembers the night, or me. This stuff about women being more romantic is simply wrong.
I've heard the song 12 million times since then, and have thought of the late night campfire with Gina every single time.
And yes, I wonder if she even remembers the night, or me. This stuff about women being more romantic is simply wrong.