Love is powerful

One: Marie

I am on my bed reading a book when I get a text from my boyfriend, Matt, saying this: Marie, I am outside in the front yard. I need to see you. All I can think about is that he is going to breakup with me. We have known each other since kindergarten, and we have been dating from seventh grade til now, eleventh grade. I walk outside and see Matt standing there with a box of caramel chocolates. I run as fast as my long legs could go, I jump in his arms and embrace him in a long bear hug.

"Marie, It breaks my heart to say this but... but I'm moving from North Carolina to Texas." Matt is not meeting my eyes.

I stare at him in disbelief. Moving?!  "When?" Is all I manage to get out.

"In a month." 

I am numb and starstruck. I feel tears start to roll down my cheeks. Matt reaches out and wipes the tears from my face. I look at him and see that his eyes are wet. I turn around and walk back to the house. I look over my shoulder and smile painfully "I love you." I cry then I run. 

The sounds of my sobs echo around my darkening room. It has been three hours since my heart broke and I feel like all happiness is lost. 

"Marie, would you like to come down for dinner?" My mom is outside the door. 

"NO!" I yell back. I take out my phone and text Matt, Can we have dinner together?

A minute later he texts back. Of course.

I smile. I walk out of my room and I tell my mom where I am going. "I'm going to have dinner with Matt." 

"Okay! Be back before ten!" She yells back.

I race out the front door and jump into my car. I take the familiar route to Matt's house and stop in front of his house. I take a deep breath and get out and walk up to the front door. I ring the doorbell and Matt gets the door. 

"I was thinking we do Italian." He says as cheerful as he can.

"Yum." I smile a real smile this time and we head to his car. He opens the passenger side door for me and I get in. We head to our favorite Italian place. 

"We need to come up with a plan to convince my parents not to move." Matt looks over at me. 

"What about you stay here and let your parents leave." I kid around.

"That actually might work!" Matt exclaims.

"Really! I was just kidding!" I smile. "How are we going to go about it?" 

"What about you just talk to my parents yourself?" Matt asks. 

We reach our favorite Italian restaurant and we head inside. Tonight is turning out to be okay!