One day I was at Greg house down the street and I left my older sisters in the house and the were cooking dinner for my mom dad and me . A all of a sudden I heard a fire truck come down are street. Me and Greg walked outside to see that my house was on fire luckly nobody got hurt but that was the last day I saw Greg. Will we were getting are house rebuild Greg family had moved away . I still talk to him everyday after school but we felt that this long distant thing wasn't working because I want to be with him and I couldn't. I saw Greg on last time before we broke up at the Jacksonville fair and kisses him good bye. I know that I would never love some one like that ever again... but was I wrong ? I cry over Greg's for months say to myself "why did I break up with him nobody's going to love me the way he did". Memories start going though my head about how we use to play with his fake gun around his house and play hide and seek if you know what I mean . I was sad for a long time I told myself not to call him because if I do I was going to go back to him and I didn't want a long distant relationship at the time . The thing is I did end up calling him one day anyways and he was telling me how he miss me and havent talk to no girls since we broke up I started crying knowing that he was really feeling that way I didn't fall in to his trap to keep me I told him that there are more girls out there like me and that he will find one some day and if we were truly ment to be then we will find each other once again .
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Every Relationships Are Not The Best
Non-FictionThe type of relationships I have been though and the story of them all