Hampe revisited

Today we visited the camp "Hampe," the very same camp Frida and me
first met at. 10 years ago, we sat in a swingchair, holding hands and
giving each other flirtatious invites (innocent, of course). But
nothing happened that time, it took 3 more years before our roads
crossed again and we started going out. I can't help but think,
though, what might have happened if we'd never sat in that swingchair...