fuckyeahhlove:

Falling in love with your best friend at age twelve is difficult enough. But when you live three hours away from each other, you lose hope that you’ll ever really be together. Chris and I have had our ups and downs over the last ten years. The distance was definitely too much to handle, and being so young made it even harder. We talked as much as we could over the phone but only saw each other during the summer. Every phone call ended with “I love you,” but I never knew for sure what kind of love he had for me. The only thing we knew for certain was that what we had was real and we’d never lose each other. His arms were home. They were the only place I felt safe, the only place I felt whole. Sitting with him was the only time I smiled because I was genuinely happy and not because I felt like I had to. People think that we couldn’t have been in love at twelve ‘cause we were too young to know what love is. That what we had was “just a crush.” But we had both grown up too fast  and hurt more than anyone our age should have.
Our love for each other has always been there, though we had our on-again off-again thing going on. When I wasn’t around, other girls were, and vice versa. Why put our lives on hold when we never felt like we’d ever really get a chance to be together?

Although there’s been a lot of shit over the last ten years, we’ve gotten through it. Every obstacle life has thrown at us, we’ve overcome.
Here we are, at age twenty-two and twenty-one with a beautiful family and happier than we’ve ever been. Our love grows stronger each day, and I know that will never change.

by annasarealbattleaxe