When I was a kid I was best friends with this boy, unusual for a boy and a girl to be best friends at a young age, but we liked it. We were different.
There wasn't a time we weren't together until I left, I just had to leave. No goodbye, no hugs or kisses, gone.
I left my family, my friends, my home, my happiness.
I refused to say goodbye, but I did tell a special someone I'd be back.
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I had no contact with my old friends, I was told to make new ones, and that's what I did. I grew up.
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Eventhough I am grateful for what I have left, I want to relive old memories, see old people, do the old things. I miss it. I want to see him. I miss him.
Choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved... including her.
I had everything a guy could ask for, a loving family, the perfect small-town life, and a promising future I had worked hard for.
It should have been enough.
She was off-limits, my parent's best friend's daughter, practically my sister. I fought my feelings, pretending our soul-deep connection didn't exist. When she confessed she felt the same, I pushed her away, believing our friendship mattered more than temporary infatuation. That she agreed should have come as a relief, but it left me with this void I didn't know how to fill.
It's what drove me to the bonfire that night. Right there, with our friends as witnesses, I claimed her. Told her I loved her and made her promises I shouldn't have made.
Hours later, it all came crashing down in a whirlwind of fire and ashes. That one split-second choice to go after a girl that wasn't meant for me cost me everything I loved.
I never should have crossed that line or given in. It's why she'll forever be my greatest love and deepest regret.
This tragic story is the beginning of our end...