Our Love Story

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      I held him, I never wanted to let go...yet I did. It was about 10:38 am. I felt him breathing on my neck. His soothing sent. It smelled like him. I missed that smell. I let me hair cover my eyes so he wouldn't see the pain. A tear fell on my jeans. He saw. He knew. It hurt to know that he left, without an explanation.

"What's wrong?" He asked
Are you serious? 'What's wrong' ?! Do he not fucking know what he did?!
" Wait... I'm sorry that was stupid, I shouldn't have asked that." He looked sad. He looked upset. He looked worried. He looked afraid.
I didn't want to get hurt. Not now. Not ever. Not again. I've lost more people in a year than most people lose in a lifetime. "You know what you did."
"I do. And I'm sorry for that." He sighed. "I made the wrong choice."
"Good. Then you won't make that mistake next time." I got up. I dusted off the leaves and dirt. I leaned up against the oak tree.
   "Sooo... there's a next time?" He had this smug smirk on his beautiful face. He looked shy and embarrassed, yet somehow still managed to look so good. His cheeks blushed. They became bright pink. His hands in his jean pockets. He slouched over a little as he walked toward me.
    I took him by his shirt collar and kissed him. I looked at him. We were both smiling. I felt together again. A feeling I thought I had lost for good.
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A little backstory...
When Jack and I were 14 we used to dream of moving to New York. A place where you could be free. Do whatever you like. Be whatever you wanted to be. So many choices were possible. We used to say that we would live together in a house. Have a dog and a cat. We had everything planned out for the future. (That's how close we were.)
We knew each other since the beginning. We've gone through everything together. We took the blame for each other. We got into trouble together. His parents used to call us "TroubleMakers". Yeah, I know cheesy right.

My mother went downhill from the moment I was born. Some nights I used to sneak up to Jack's room and sleep there for the night. His parents were like the parents I never had. They were more family than mine will ever be. They even considered me the daughter they never had! It was great, up until I went home every day. My mother. She was the problem. She felt as if I was the bad guy.
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   I looked him in his eyes, smiled (with teeth) and I told him these exact words.
      "I'm more in love with you today then I was yesterday." <3
    He smiled, revealing his perfectly white straight teeth. I moved his hair out of his eyes so I could see them. I held onto his neck. Put our foreheads together and kissed. He held onto my waist the whole time. It was perfect. We laughed, held hands, and slowly walked away from all the pain.
    Or so I thought...