People say, “You are too young to know what love is.” But, they’re wrong. Love has no age limit. We are born into a world out of love, well for most. So, why am i so afraid to tell you, I still love you? We met five years ago… And it took me a year to realize that I fell completely head over heels for you. You were my first. My first crush. My first slow dance. My first kiss. My first boyfriend. My first love. Every second we spent together, I will never forget. Our moments of innocence. We didn’t love each other for the lust and desire to get into each other’s pants. Sex didn’t even cross our minds when we were together. We fell in love because we had a connection that no one else would ever understand. You were the only person I could run to when things got tough, the only person who would stay up until 3am talking on the phone with me because I couldn’t sleep at night, the only person who stood by me when all my friends left me for drugs and alchohal, the only person who cared. Then, high school came and the distance killed us. We held on and tried to work things out, but gave up eventually. Losing you was hard, but seeing you with another girl… that was painful. We promised to stay friends, but I couldn’t stand seeing you happy with her as I was hurting. You replaced me. So I let you go. Free to be with someone, who wasn’t me. But, you wouldn’t let me. You held on. You continued to keep me in your life and I was hooked like a drug. Why put me through that toture?  Everytime I cut you out of my life, you found your way back in and I would fall for you all over again. You couldn’t just let me forget you, forget us. And now, you will be moving across the country in just three days. Any hope we had left… is gone. But, some say, “If two people are meant to be, then they will find their way back to eachother.” Maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my way back to you, my love.