long distance.

Andy and I met way back in kindergarten. we were the closest of friends. I supported everything he did and he supports me in everything I do. I fell in love with him. I know, I know. "I don't know what love is", but honestly I feel like I do. in 8th grade I told him I liked him a lot. I was shaky and I was afraid of what he was going to say. So I walked up to him and told him, he walked away when I told him. I thought he was mad or maybe even embarrassed. So I walked away crying. But then he came up behind me and turned me around and kissed me. We have been dating since that day. It has been an amazing 2 years dating him. Sadly, he moved to Florida last friday and I live in Texas. Now we wright letters back and forth. Of course we talk over phone, but letters are more thoughtful and exciting. Or are they ways to lie and hide?

note: not a true story