Winter Love

Chapter Eight

 (Chapter Eight)

Time seemed to go by really fast while we were dating, by the time it was the end of August, it had already been a full month. A full month of laughs, hugs, cuddling, and holding hands. I would always wait for the week to pass by so I could spend time with you on the weekends. Sometimes you wouldn't be able to come over, but we still managed to make it through.

I loved seeing your smile. I loved hearing your voice. Your warm hugs, and when we would go to Walmart with my bestfriend and tried to hide from her, but we failed, haha.

All those memories, locked inside my heart, promising myself  I would never let them go. My mind was always set on you. I didn't want anything else but you.

I would always think about our future plans. About what we were going to do with our lives together. About all the silly pictures we were going to take together, I was so ready for it all.

 Our conversations on the phone would always make me happier, even if they were the most random, serious, funny. Any thing, as long as I was talking to you. 

We would always talk before going to sleep, and just fall asleep on the phone, that was the normal routine. Sounds like a perfect relationship, right? Right.

It was everything I ever dreamed of when I was younger, I always looked at these perfect couples and wonder if that would be me sometime in the future, the perfect husband, with perfect kids, a picture perfect house. But I didn't think that until I was 10. Three years later, I'm with the perfect guy,  looking back and thinking, I finally found him. 

I loved reading through our messages whenever I needed a reason to smile or I was in a bad mood. I loved when you called me at the most random times whenever you were at work. I loved you, and still do. 

Things started changing on the second month of us dating, you started texting me less and less. But I understood because we both had school and you had band and homework to worry about, but that wasn't the case, there was more to it, something you weren't telling me. You were hiding something.

It wasn't until the first week of September, when I got that call from you, thinking it was just going to be one of our regular amazing conversations. 

I was wrong. 

You told me, one of the things I never thought would happen.

You told me, that you were not staying much longer, that you were leaving. 

You were moving, 1,600 miles away from here, all because your dad got a better job in New York. I could hear your nose getting stuffy, I could tell, you had been crying.

I stood there, in shock, holding the phone in my right hand, but dropping it, hearing your voice on speaker phone, you're amazing voice, but it wasn't your normal happy voice. You were sad to. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this had to be a nightmare, but it wasn't, this was real life. Something I wish I would never have to deal with in my whole life, but I was the unlucky one. I wanted to break down in tears, but I didn't want to do it while I was on the phone with you. So I held it all in, until you told me you had to go and you would call me later. 

But I knew you were too heart broken, so was I. I fell on my knees and yelled to the sky, asking why I deserved this. Then my head falling into my hands, letting my pools of tears just come out freely. 

I was done. I didn't want to loose you, I knew you would try to visit me during summer and winter, but it wouldn't be enough. 

You would probably move on, find a new girl, a girl you would start a new life with, and forget about me, but I wouldn't forget about you. 

Never.