I left him.
It was quick and brief, but I left him. Someone so dear to me.
I'd only known him for the summer, but he managed to pull out an I Love You
Those three words caught me completely off guard, and I panicked.
So I left that town faster than he could say "please stay"
And now, flying down highway 88, I'm forced to remember every little detail.
Every kiss.
Every touch.
Every soft, gentle word spoken in the moonlight on top of my garage.
I remember all the times he would comfort me.
All the feelings I spilled out to him.
All the secrets revealed.
All the warm embracing hugs.
I remember how he used to sit behind me, wrapping his arms around me and entwining his hands in mine, and he would rest his head on my shoulder and kiss my neck.
Looking back, I can't remember a genuine reason why I left. All I know is that the only thing stopping me from saying 'I love you' back to him was my own fear of falling in love.
It's why I ran and its why I broke his heart.
Now I'm off to the east coast, particularly Boston.
He'll know to find me there. I always told him how it was my dream to move there.
And when he finds me, I will not hesitate. I will not resist.
I will crawl right back to him if that's what it takes.
And maybe, just maybe, I could finally have a happy ever after of my own, with the boy who made me whole.