Surprise

I sit down miserably on the floor in the bathroom of my aunts house, silently crying and trying to calm myself down.
My aunt always thew the best parties. Every year I had a blast at these New Year parties. I used to think that it was the party that kept me happy and having fun, but I think it was actually a person.
Lately all I have been feeling is sad and heart broken.
The image of Evan stayed in my mind, making more and more hot tears trickle down my face one by one.
I was able to pull it together and not cry on the way over here, but once I saw the porch where Evan kissed me for the first time and kissed me year after year, I couldn't take it and I quickly went into the bathroom, not wanting anyone to see my crying.
Grabbing a tissue from the tissue box on top of the toilet tank, I wipe away the tears, and tried to calm down.
Evan and I had fallen in love with each other hard and passionately. Let me tell you the story:
I met him during our eighth grade graduation trip. We didn't really talk much; we were just shy around each other, but it was pretty obvious that we had little crushes on each other.
When we got on the bus to leave, I had wished that I had talked to him more. I thought about him all throughout that summer.
Once I was a freshmen, I had found out that he was in the same high school as me. We shyly smiled and said hi to each other in the halls.
Eventually our two groups of friends started merging together, and we talked a little more. We were no more than a shy boy and girl talking to each other, secretly wanting to be more than friends.
Near the middle of tenth grade, our group started drifting apart. He was one of the last to leave completely.
I was terribly sad that he had left. I thought that we maybe could be more that friends one day.
Near the end of tenth grade, Evan walked up to me randomly. He said this "Cara, I enjoyed hanging out with you. I've been thinking... since out group kind of broke up... maybe we could hang out? I... I miss you."
I remember how I felt when he had said it. My heart fluttered like it never had before, I had a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, and my face was surely reddened up. I had never felt so happy before.
Then we started hanging out more, and we eventually departed from our normal groups and it was just us.
We hung out a lot, and when I say a lot I mean literally a. Lot.
We hung out after school and walked to and from school together. We were very close, but we were still a little shy sometimes.
One day, we went to a forest, kind of late on the evening. The sun wasn't up. He said that he had found a nice little clearing in the forest and he wanted to show it to me.
We both walked over to the little clearing together, a picnic basket with a blanket in his hand.
Once we got there, I laughed. "This is more of a meadow that a clearing," I said.
"Whatever. Same thing. There's a little patch of grass over there where we can lay the blanket on," he said and ruffled my hair. "Silly girl."

I had a huge crush on him, so him touching me was the best thing in the world.
We walked over to the little patch of grass, and we helped each other lay out the blanket.
We sat then lied down on it together. I have never lied down beside him, other than at school sometimes we would go outside and lay down on the grass, but this was different. It was just us.
I was so afraid that he could hear my heart beating. It was thudding throughout my body, and I was afraid that it vibrated through the ground over to him. I hoped that the same thing was happening to him. I hoped that he liked me.
I mean, back then we kind of knew already that we liked each other, but we didn't say it. It was something that we didn't really think about.
"Look at the stars," he whispered.

"They're beautiful," I answered.
"Cara..." he said trailing of.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I had just been thinking about this for a long time and... I want us to be more than friends."
He kind of threw that out at me, and I was just flabbergasted. I was completely happy, though. Of course I wanted to be more than friends with him.
"I really like you," he said when I didn't answer. "Ever since I first met you I thought that you were really cool. I want us to be more than friends... if you know what I mean."
"I do, too," I blurted out. "I know what you mean."
"So..." he said after a few moments. "What should we be called?" He had a bit of a playful tone to his voice.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"If people ask us what we are, what do we say?"
"We say that... we say that... that we're in a relationship." I kind of breathed out that last word. I cleared my throat.
"Alright," he said, and I could tell that he was smiling.
I started smiling too, then I closed my eyes and brought my hands up and covered my face, because I didn't know what to do with myself. I had never been so happy. I smiled so widely. Even if I was taken, I had never felt so free in my life.
"What?" he asked. "Are you alright?"
He sat up with one elbow on the ground, then he moved my hands away from my face. "You have a beautiful smile."
I opened my eyes and saw that he was smirking. "Thanks. I like yours, too."
I thought that he would kiss me, but he didn't, and lied back down again. I was a little disappointed, but I got over it quickly.
We sat there for a while more, talking again like we always had talked, but I -and I'm sure him, too- were thinking about what had just happened. We were in relationship. We were taken. I'm his. I loved the sound of that.
My cousin was graduating that same year, and she was having a party at her house, and she invited me and my boyfriend.
Evan and I hadn't kissed yet, until that night.
We had been dancing around and having so much fun, then Evan pulled me out the door onto the front porch. It was a huge porch, with a bench and some chairs. My aunt also had a lake that was across from her house, and the moon reflected over it beautifully.
"I want to kiss you," Evan said, staring at my eyes.
I nodded with a huge smile, excited to do this for the first time, then we slowly moved closer to each other, closer and closer, then our lips pressed together.
I had never felt such a sensation in my whole life. It felt like fireworks. The movies didn't lie. It was so amazing. The butterflies that were in my stomach multiplied and flew all around my body, and I felt like I was about to fly. My heart beat so fast, and when he pulled us closer together, I could feel his heart beating, too.
Kissing was way better than I thought it would be.
When he pulled away, he said something that he had never said to me before. "Cara... I... I love you."
After that, I started crying tears of joy. It wasn't crying like the crying that I'm doing in the bathroom, it was like my eyes watered from being overjoyed, and a few tears spilled down my cheeks.
"I love you, too," I whispered.
This time, I kissed him.
We were in love.
One of the best feelings is feeling someone's smile under your lips right at the beginning of your kiss.
We spent every New Year together, and he kissed me every time, at the place where we first kissed. On my aunts porch.
This year would be different.
We were planning on going to the same university, and we both got into that university. We were so lucky. It was like we were meant to be.
We went to the university, and were there for seven years, living happily, then he knocked on my apartment door where me and my roommate lived, for him to tell me some terrible news.
"Cara..." Evan said sadly as he stood in my doorway. It looked like he was going to break down crying any moment. We had been together for nine years, and I had only seen him cry a few times. Each time it was heart breaking, and I didn't want to see him cry again.
"Evan? What's wrong?" I felt like I was going to cry.
"Cara." He took a deep breath, then came into my apartment and shut the door. He looked at me in the eyes, and then cupped my face and kissed me hard. I kissed him back really hard. I'd always loved kissing him.
I then tasted salt, and soon I realized that it was his tears. I pulled away from him, and grabbed his hand.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Cara... I... I'm leaving."
I didn't know exactly what he meant, but still, it struck my heart.
"What do you mean?" I asked, and started to cry, then he cried more.
"You know how my uncle owns that million dollar business across the world?" he asked with a thick voice and sniffed. This wasn't going to be good.
"Yes..."
"He died last night... he was assassinated for something to do with money, and my cousin was killed, too. No one can take the company. I have to. At least for a while."
I stared at him in shock.
"You're moving across the country?" I asked.
"Yes."
"You have to?"
"Yes," he breathed out. "I wish that I could say no."
He cried more, and I did to.
"Why do you have to?" I asked.
"It's confusing. But you know this is business, and... It's just something that has to be done. The whole family would be ruined if I don't."
I cried more and more. I knew what he meant.