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Dealing with a Friend Moving Away

Dealing with a Friend Moving Away
Writer, Age 14

I first met Brian* in first grade. He was nice and we got along well. In the next few years, I started having feelings for him. In fifth grade, he proposed to me with a mood ring. It was sweet, but of course I turned him down because I didn't want him to know that I liked him. Plus, all of my classmates were watching.

Then at the end of the year, he called me and told me that he was moving away. I started crying, and I realized how much I liked him and how much I'd miss him if he left. He told me that he had a crush on me. Then I told him that I liked him too. That summer was the saddest summer. We went to the movies, hung out at each other's houses, and spent as much time together as possible.

Then in August, I went over to his house one last time to give him a card (kinda my excuse to go over). Lucky for me, I didn't know that it was the day that they were leaving, but it was. Brian's mom hugged me and said that she was going to miss me. She was crying! I was close to tears myself. But why do the male species have to act all tough and superior?! Brian's eyes were dry and he acted with no emotion whatsoever! Well, I hugged him anyhow and said goodbye.

I left and headed home. I was halfway down the street when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to find Brian. Looking down at his feet shyly, he said, "Hi, uh, I forgot to say bye." Typical guy. Fighting back tears, I said "bye." He hugged me quickly and ran back in the direction from which he'd come. I again continued walking home when a few minutes later a car horn beeped. I jumped. It turned out to be Brian and his parents. They asked me if I wanted to go with them to Brian's cousins' house. I agreed. They stopped to ask my parents, to make sure that it was fine with them. My parents said it would be okay. It was a half-hour to his cousins'. When we got there, they unloaded their stuff and I met his cousins. We ate pizza and a few hours later, I had to go. They were staying at their cousins' house until their house was finished being built. I said goodbye to Brian again, and he said that he'd call me. His mom drove me home.

It's been two years since he moved, and I like him more than ever. I think the move was a good and bad thing. The bad thing is that I miss him a lot. But the good thing is that it has made me a stronger person and has made our feelings for each other deeper.

*Name has been changed

Last Modified Date: 1/10/2001