The long lost love

I remember it like it was yesterday

I was 14 and he was 14. It was the last day of school for the term; also his last day in town.

My boyfriend Matt who held me in his arms at that very moment. Out front his house, his family packing to move. He's moving, he's moving away. Away from me. He did not want to go but he must. He kissed my temple, and loosen our embrace.

"I wish you didn't have to go" I said to him. Tears in my eyes. As we were young he was my first love. And I was his.

"You know I don't get a choice" he said. I could hear him speak but he was crying inside.
"I want you to have this to remember me by" he took off his Lucky foot ball jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

I could already smell his cologne.
"I'm going to miss you so much"
We were so madly in love bug going to be so fare apart.

"I love you Jenny, and I promise..." He gets down on one knee.
"I'll come back and I'll never go again"
We kissed for the last time and walk over to his car and they drove off.