Composed1) I couldn't imagine a better way to describe Camile then to say: she was mine. I bet im the luckiest person on earth to say Camile was my bestfriend growing up.. Even when she moved to Hollywood Camile Clary still made me follow her on her journey. The words were to hard for me to put on a page for her so Im today telling this story of our #life together. Camile Clary growing up was the wierdest little girl. She would stare off at the sun singing and braiding her hair. She would sometimes bring out a journal and write. I knew she would be my soulmate as she walked in the room on the first day of school. My crush on Camile lasted from 2nd grade to highschool. She always cheered me up when i was picked on and she was cool with my friends... Camile later in #life started writing and became a sucess. I thought she would abadon me and leave me, but everytime i saw her dirty blonde hair, blue and gray eyes, and her perfect smile i would hear the first thing she ever really meant. "Oliver, will you be there if we grow old together? Would you ever leave me?" I ofcourse knew the answer."Camile, Don't you ever worry. I will always be here no matter what. I would go through Heaven or Hell to be with you," I remember seeing those sensitive eyes light up. "Then lets go," She remarked. Camile was an explorer. She was the dog that didnt have a crate. She was freedom in human form. Her parents were fighting and didnt have time for her and her sisters, so she always came to my house. She was always polite and never over stayed her welcome. Her sisters were the same and we welcomed them. When I told her i would never leave her i meant it, and this is where i am now. Looking for her. Looking for a free soul. Camile was always the best at hide and seek. She found me once and won, but now its my turn to find her.