I was at school that one fateful Monday morning when I met Ben, who turned out to be one of the coolest guys I ever met. Since then we became friends, and then, after three months, we startes dating. It was just casual though. We dated for seven months before I heard the news.

“What?” I asked. “We’re moving to California?” I was appalled. I couldn’t leave, not until after eighth grade. “Why?” I asked.

“We found a good college for you there!” My mom replied cheerfully. “You’ll love it there!”

“But I love my boyfriend!” I cried. I quickly covered my mouth. I was not supposed to say that.

“What did you say, young lady?” My mom demanded.

“Nothing” I whispered. I went to my room and cried. I cried for about 20 minutes. Then I picked up my phone. It had a text from Ben. I read the message. It said he had something to tell me. I called him.

“Hello?” I ask.

“Hi Ava,” he replied.

“I have something to tell you,” I tell him.

“Me too, but you first. You sound down,” he answered, looking to cheer me up.

“Okay,” I sniffled. “Here goes,” I paused, barely able to say the words. “I’m moving to California!” I sobbed, unable to keep it in any longer. I cried and cried with him comforting me over the phone. Then he told me his news once I calmed down. He said he would be staying in Iowa instead of moving back to California. I asked why, and sniffled a bit. He comforted me, and then we agreed to go on one last date before I left. I agreed. So we met up that last Saturday, and we met up at where we had our first date: at the park by the school. We talked for hours, and finally, after 10 long months, we finally shared our first kiss. After I moved, it was tough having a long distance relationship, but we never gave up.