Going off to college

It was around June 2015 when he told me he was applying to a school in another country and he'd be gone for four years. This was months in prior because he were to leave in September if he actually did get in. It hit me hard. Fighting became an everyday thing. We would fight for hours on straight and then cry and make up cause we were so short on time and din't wanna waste it. We started meeting up more often. We tried to make every moment perfect but we failed. It was too much to handle after four years of being together. I was devastated. I never anticipated that anything could affect us, because we had been through so much and this should have been a piece of cake. But, quiet honestly, I did hate him for leaving. But I couldn't create a wedge between him and his dreams by making him choose. The thought did come to me every now and then, that maybe I shouldn't let him go. Maybe I should make him stay. Maybe it was because I knew I couldn't take it and I would break it off, or maybe because I just wasn't strong enough to have him be 4,280 miles away from me.

Either way, September did come and he did leave. When I saw him the last time, he cried for the very first time in front of me. He was just always the strong one but this time, I had to be strong. I did it. I was strong for him. I let him leave. But not before giving him tiny little notes stuffed inside some college supplies.

We promised each other we wouldn't cheat and we would talk to each other for atleast a couple of hours and sleep together and all the other cliched shit people promise each other before leaving. He got on a plane the next morning and just left. I didn't even go to the airport.