Just Kiss Him

It was the summer after high school ended. I couldn't wait to get out of Missouri. I was eighteen with nine years worth of savings in my bank account, plus the few thousand my parents had given me to help me get onto my feet.

I moved back to Florida. Destin, Florida that is. The beautiful beaches, the stunning houses, everything about it was incredible. I was so excited to be back where I grew up.

It was about an hour from my hometown, a place I didn't want to be noticed in yet missed the life I'd had there before. But I didn't have a choice in going back or not, I needed to see him.

I didn't care if he didn't remember me. I didn't care that I was probably the last person on earth he'd ever expected to see again. But I had to see him. I had to see him at least once.

And I did. He was nineteen and had just graduated high school as well. He knew who I was as soon as he saw me, having no doubt about it.

The only issue was everyone was trying to tear them apart by getting him away from her. Far away from her.

How do you say goodbye to someone you waited three years to see again?

The answer? You don't.