Where to begin?

In every single letter and every single word, there will be hidden message about a boy that loves a girl.

After smoking a few bowls at my friends house I decided to walk home which is around the corner. As i’m walking home my surroundings feel like they’re changing, not drastically but enough for me to take notice. Then I started to Imagine scenes from my childhood, all the way back until I was about 3 years old. I pictured some of my childhood houses and even kids that would play around the neighborhood. Not any specific kids, just ones that had the same kind of clothes and were doing the things we’d do as kids. When I was getting closer to the corner of my street everything started to change into the animations of “Hey Arnold!”. Walking in my gate I felt more at home than usual. I came in, showered and ate and then sat. And then sat some more. One of my sweetest and strangest highs.