Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
Oh yes. I'm 64 years old now. My only love engraved our names on a tree when we camped at our 1st romantic spot. I feel bad for the tree now, but remember our camping trip with fondness. My only advice - use birth control. We loved each other madly at the time. But were totally irresponsible. Don't make babies. Just don't.