Please don't go all crazy on me if you don't like my story cause this is my first one and.......idk lol. But its my first so chill okay? Thanks.
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°"So this is it? We're done? Just cause I'm leaving to a different school?"
"Hadassah you know I don't do long distance......I can't do that shit."
"You say you love me but you ain't even willing to try long distance? What the fuck is that, Julian?"
"Its not like that, you know how much I love you....but....what if the feeling leaves more and more because you aren't here with me?"
"Aren't you willing to see how much it gets stronger though?"
"I know they say that the space between can make love stronger than its ever been. They might be right but I disagree cause I've never felt stronger than when you're with me. Trust me Hadassah. I can't handle long distance."
"Okay, Julian. Don't trip. I got you."
"I'll still text you and call you if you want...?"
"Call me when you think you're going to be ready for long distance."
With that said, I got up and left his room. I picked up my jacket from the couch where I had left it when I walked in, I grabbed my keys and I drove away in my car.
I'm moving away from this small city in Canada and going to California. He could've come visit. I spent a year with him. I fell madly in love with him. All those times we hung out. It doesn't mean anything now though. What does it matter.
My names Hadassah Ortiz. I'm "short" I guess. I'm 5'2. My friends would always say "five two with an attitude" cause I got a short temper and a mean attitude. I don't see it. When they describe me its usually something like "she's small but feisty." "Little and mean with a little bit of crazy." I don't see any of that. They say I'm a tomboy and a girly girl. Little bit of both. I don't even know.
I'm a Hispanic girl, I have long brown hair up to my ass and brown eyes. Salvadoreña and Hondureña. I don't have those pretty green blue and amber eyes like in all the books I've ever read, but I'm happy with my chocolate chips. And that's me.
I've spent all my life in that small city in Canada building up bonds and friendships and trust. I guess now is a time to see how many of those were real, and how many are gonna last this move and the years to come.
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°So that's the end of the first chapter. I don't expect it to get like a hundred views or anything. I'm not the best writer. But I hope you like it 😊
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