Marked By Henna

I met him when I was in third grade, he was in fourth. I haven't seen him since I was in 7th grade, and he was in 8th. I'm in 10th now, so he's in 11th. Three years. It's been three years since I last saw Ethan. Do I miss him? Like hell. My dad retired from the army so we stayed in Oklahoma. His dad just got out of army, so he's just now coming back to Oklahoma. He's moving back from Germany with his mom, dad, little brothers, and baby sister. My mom got the call about two weeks ago. I couldn't have been more happy to see him again. I've began to loose count of how many nights I stayed up, crying because of how much I missed my best friend. We didn't keep in touch, but I talked to his mom, and he still remembers me. I wonder if he loves me as much as I love him.
Oh and by the way...my name is Henna.