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Growing up my cousin who lived in another city came to visit during the summers. We would hang out all summer long from sunrise to sunset. One summer things changed. We were teenagers and started having feelings for eachother. We kept our feelings at bay for as long as we could. The first time we kissed it was explosive. We never had sex or even went to second base. We kept in touch during the year and I would wait for him to return during the summer. His mother found my letters to him. One day when I called she answered and told me not to call again. She said what I was doing was wrong. She told my mother who promptly told the rest of the family. I got it pretty bad. I lost contact with him. He stopped coming down for the summers. I thought about him often and had a hard time moving on even as a kid. As the years went on I still thought of him. Still I wondered how he was and still fantasized about what life would be like if I could be with him. I stopped looking for him. About 5 months ago he found me online. We saw eachother after 21 years in October. He was just as handsome as I remembered. We laid in bed fully clothed talking about everything. He had looked for me over the years and when he bought his first car he drove down to my old house only to find I was no longer there. The family refused to tell him where I was. Here we are now 21 years later still feel such intensity. Doesn't change the fact that we are second cousins. We share the same great-grandparents. How wrong is this?