This is my boyfriend and I at the beach during one of my visits home. He’s a year younger than me and still goes to high school, and I left for college in August. We’re about three hours away from each other but we talk all day, every day. I know compared to some other stories, 3 hours seems like nothing. I get to see him maybe once every two weeks. And it’s hard sometimes because when we need each other most, I’m usually gone.
But that’s just the negative stuff. Basically, I love the hell out of this kid. A lot of people think I changed his life in some big way and some people even tell me I “saved” him. I don’t know. He doesn’t know how much he’s saved me. I won’t go into that either.
Anyway, we’re kind of a perfect match. And I don’t care if it sounds kind of conceited. It’s whatever. Sometimes he says the exact thing I was just about to say. And sometimes when we’re just laying there, I swear our heartbeats are on time with each other.
I think we’ll last forever. Through the distance and our fucked up pasts. And I hope we do. But if, God forbid, we don’t, I know I’ll never forget him.