I met this great guy the summer I went into seventh grade. He was going into eighth, and was friends with a girl I knew from his same grade. She introduced us, and we became friends pretty quickly. We would hang out everyday, with a big group of our other friends. We always watched movies together, at one of our friends' houses. And then when school came around that fall, we would still spend time together after school. We always talked, and we always helped each other out when one of us was going through a rough time. I had always Andy him more than a friend, and it seemed like he did too. He always made eye contact with me, and he really listened to everything I had to say. Late that November, his dad told him that he was going to be moving to Missouri. A mutual friend of ours, Alex, told me about it that morning on msn. I hurried and went over to our friend Sam's house. We were walking around the neighborhood, and found Andy sitting by himself in the empty lot, crying. It was the sadest thing I had ever seen. That night all of us hung out together. And he held my hand for a second. I still wanted to be more than just friends with him. But I didn't know what to do. He moved that January, and we hardly talked. Then towards the middle of that summer, he sent me a messege over msn, and we talked for about 4 hours. We started talking more, after that. He was staying here, in Indiana with his mom for the summer. His mom still lives quite a ways away from me though, so I only got to see him once, while he was down visiting our friend Alex. When he went back to his dad's in Missouri, we still talked often, and he called every once in awhile. That November he came back to his mom's for Thanksgiving break, and he stayed with our friend Alex for a couple days. So I got to hang out with him for a day. Nothing too special though, but it was nice to see him. He still called sometimes after that, and we still helped each other out whenever and however we could. Shortly after Christmas, he moved again, this time to Kansas. I didn't see him again until this passed spring break. It was amazing. Everything seemed to be falling into place. The feeling that I had when I was with him was just indescribable. It felt like I just knew there was something more, there. And it felt like he knew it too. He was staying at Alex's again, and I came over to hang out with them. I stayed until 3 that morning, then another one of our friends, James, drove me home. Andy hugged me before I left, that time. He called more often after that. And he came back to his mom's for the summer. We were talking on msn, and I was trying to help him with everything, because he was really upset and stressed. We talked for 5 hours, and then when he had to get off, he thanked me for everything, and then he told me that he loved me. I said it back. And I knew. I knew that we both meant it. He came down to stay with Alex for a few days, and he called every night that he was over there. And we would talk until the sun came up. We hung out the first day he got there, and the night after that, he called and we were talking for 3 hours.. then, he asked me out. And I said yes. He said he was so happy that we were together, and I told him I'd liked him for a long time. He asked why i never told him, and I said it was because he's my best friend, and I didn't want to risk messing that up. Then he promised me that no matter what happens, we'll always be best friends. We went to a concert together, and hung out a few times after that. He stayed at Alex's for 2 weeks. The last time we hung out, we were alone for a good portion of the time. We held hands, and he put his arms around me, just as always. We were on our way back to Alex's house to get picked up by our parents, and then we stopped walking. He told me he didn't want to leave, and that he was going to miss me when he went back to his mom's. But he promised he would be back. We hugged, and then he kissed me. My first kiss. And it felt right. Like that's the way it was supposed to be. We didn't see eachother for two weeks after that. He sent a message, saying that he was really sorry, but that there just wasn't a way for him to get our relationship to work out. He said that he wanted me to know that he loves me, and always will, but that it's just impossible right now, because of everything else going on. He said we are still best friends, though. Just like he promised we would be. And I told him that maybe in the future, when we're a little older, it will work. I really love him. And I know he really loves me too. I hope he finds another girl when he goes back to his dad's, in Kansas. A pretty girl, who will treat him well, and always be there for him, no matter what happens. he deserves the best. And I hope he finds a girl, who will love him unconditionally. I just want him to be happy. Even if it's not with me. I know that if we really are meant to be together, then we will be. Fate separated us. And now we just have to wait for it to bring us back together.