I was in love with my best friend, Luke
Brown. He was everything I had ever wanted- sweet, funny, smart,
cute, kind… it would take a year to just name what was so
amazing about him. Our moms were best friends when they were
little, so when Luke and I were born just a few months apart, it
was like a match made in heaven. Everyone thought that when we got
older, we would start dating, go to the same college, get married,
and raise a family together…
We had dating since 8thgrade, when we had first asked me
to the 8thgrade dance. My friends had all come to my
house at least 10 hours before it started and they all fussed over
my hair and makeup. And my dress… oh I loved that dress. The
light pink glowed against my skin and whenever I walked around, the
sequins shimmered like precious jewels. My mom had brought out a
necklace that she had worn to her first dance and loaned me a pair
of matching earrings. At the dance, Luke and I danced, talked, ate,
and really enjoyed ourselves. I don’t remember a time when I
was happier.
But my life soon started collapsing after that. I found out that
Luke’s dad had gotten promoted and that that the entire
family would be relocating to California. That was halfway across
the country! Who would go skiing with me now? Who would help me
make hot chocolate when it was cold out and then clean up the mess
I had made? Who would be there to listen to me vent after a long
day? Who, who, who?
We had only been dating for a few months when this happened, so we
decided that we would try a long distance relationship. Mistake
number one. And on top of that, we chose to keep our relationship a
secret from our parents. Mistake number
two.