Days of talking turned into weeks and after both of us had been newly founded single all we needed was each other's friendship. I fell in love with him, but he shut me down every time I tried to make it something more. He came over for dinner one night. I couldn't help but see us together. That is up until he revealed his new career plans. He told my mom that he was going to the military. My heart stopped, my jaw dropped, I couldn't handle losing him again. He knew I was upset about his decision but I tried my hardest to support just that.
I had time to adjust to his plans or so I thought...
I had the plan of getting my best friend back for months, but that dream was crushed quickly. I got a message one day that simply said he had two weeks left till he was leaving for boot camp. He made time to see me that week before he left. He came out and we hung out for hours. The hardest part of that whole day was that last hug goodbye. I was broke. I cried that whole night. He told me he'd be back to see me but that wasn't enough for me. After all I loved him. And he knew it. We decided we'd have time to hang out when he got home but neither of us were sure what we would be after that. The following week we said our last goodbyes for 13 long weeks. That was the last day we would talk.
