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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Near the last few days of moving, my parents came to me. I knew that at this time with their pleading looks, they were asking for the decision that would change everything. It took all of my strength to tel them, yes we should move. After they left, tears rolled stained my pillowcase. The only thing I could think about was James. Why did it have to be now, that I feel so strongly about a boy. At the time it seemed so unfair. As a young woman I tended to dramatize everything, and definetly could not see the full picture.The full picture that fate really interferes with life. I think its very wierd, how for all those years of my youth that I had never really developed any form of relationship with any other boys. It almost makes it seem like he is the one. Because I had finally found him, and then it was time to pack up and leave. Despite everything he and I have made it through. Its funny how things work out. The hardest part, was telling James. We walked to the beach, and I stared at him and he knew I came baring bad news. I will forever remeber that moment in time. "James, my family is moving to Toronto. I am so, so sorry." I felt as if I had just ripped out my own heart and handed it over to him. He looked away into the lake, and I could see the sorrow in his eyes. I looked the other way as tears rolled down my cheek, and I remeber hearing him say that everything was going to be alright. At the time, nothing seemed as it would be ok.
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