I always thought love would be easy, like a summer breeze. But loving Levi has turned my world upside down. We grew up as best friends in our small town, where the sun seemed to shine just a little brighter when we were together. Every moment spent with him was a gift—laughing under the old oak tree, racing our bikes down winding streets, and sharing secrets that felt like they could change the world.
But now, Levi is gone, and the silence in my room is deafening. I miss the way his eyes sparkled with mischief and how his laughter could make even the dullest days feel alive. He moved away last summer, and since then, every day has felt like an endless winter. I replay our memories like an old film, hoping to feel his warmth again.
There’s an ache in my chest that never fades. I stare at my phone, wishing he’d text me, but I know the distance is too great for our friendship to thrive. I wonder if he thinks of me as often as I think of him. Does he miss our late-night talks? Does he remember the promise we made to always stay in touch, no matter what?
I’ve tried to fill the void—spending time with friends, diving into books, throwing myself into hobbies—but nothing works. I find myself drawing pictures of us, the way we were, laughing and carefree. I dream of the day we might be together again, a day when I can tell him how I feel, how much he means to me.
Some nights, I sit by my window, gazing at the stars, and I imagine him out there, looking up at the same sky. It comforts me, but it’s bittersweet. I wish I could close the distance, hold him close, and tell him I love him. Until then, I’ll keep cherishing our memories, holding onto the hope that someday we’ll be together again.
