When I was twelve, I lived across from a boy, named Will, who was just a few months older than I was. We didn’t get along. He was mean, and all of my friends had little crushes on him.
One day, Will introduced me to his friend, Abiagil. We ended up being very close, this girl and me. Because we were friends, and they were friends, Will and I were forced around each other and eventually became close friends.
When I was 13, almost 14, Will and I started having feelings for each other. There were two problems: my parents didn’t approve, and I was moving a city over the next month.
I was afraid that He and Abigail would forget about me during the summer, but they cared enough to make sure we stuck together all summer.
Ninth grade came, and Will and I had been together for a few months. His parents told him to brake up with me, so we started going out behind their backs.
Right before tenth grade started, Will moved hundreds of miles away. Everyone said we wouldn’t even make it for two months.
It’s been a year since then, and we’re still together, and have no intentions of splitting up.
When things get hard in a relationship, you work harder.
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