The Moment I Knew I Was No Longer A Child.

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I was 10 and he was 8 when i met him. His long curly hair and green eyes. We became best friends. We were silly, random, weird, loud and many other things. We got into so much trouble at home and school even though we weren't in the same grade and class. We grew older but we didn't act our age.

"When we're fat and old and our kids think we're a joke... we won't act my age! No we won't act our age! No, we'll still feel the same way around you!" We made this up and we sung and danced to it. Fun times i'd say.

Then i was 20 and it was his 18th birthday. He was special to me, like a brother i suppose. So I went out and got him a Lamborghini Aventador. I hoped that he'd like it. I drove it to his house, I called him and told him to come outside. He came out, saw the car and i said "Happy Birthday!" I remember him hugging me tight and crying. He loved it and that was enough for me. 

I had a secret though... I was in love with him. All of the time had spent together and all the memories I had. We were so close and I couldn't bare to think of us not being together. I have loved him since I was 18. He was my everything. I loved being with him. I told my mother once and she told me that I was crazy, stupid and just a child. She said that i didn't know any better. But she was wrong, I knew what i felt and it wasn't something childish and stupid. I loved my best friend. I loved him with all of my heart. I had to hide it from him though. I was 18 and he was just 16. It was wrong, illegal and I was scared that'd push him away... 

Later that night we we're going to dinner, just me and him, and I was going to tell him. I was ready to tell him. At lest I thought that I was... 

At 7pm I picked him up at his house. He was wearing a tux and he looked just amazing in it. He got in the car and i drove us to the fanciest restaurant in town. We ordered food and ate. After dinner we went for a walk in the park and it was time to tell him. I stopped in front of him. He asked me what was wrong. I told him that i had to tell him something and that I didn't know how he'd react. He wanted me to tell him anyways, so I did. I went on a told him. I told him that I loved him and that i'd felt that way since I was 18. He was happy, he hugged me and said that he loved me to.That was the happiest moment of my life and it was the moment I knew I was no longer a child.

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Now I'm 30 and he's 28. I still love him. We've been together ever since his 18th birthday. 10 years and I hope we're together for the rest of our lives. 

~( I got the idea of this short story from a prompt my school's lovely Creative Writting Club teacher gave us. I hope you liked it :) )~