Luke

~ back then it was innocent… me sneaking into his window. My parents didn’t care where I was, they were to busy fighting. He was just next door, it was perfect.~ ~here’s how It started. I was crying, my father was yelling. I needed to leave. There was no other choice. I climbed out my window, crawled though the tree between our houses. I knocked. I knocked fast and panicked. He opened. He pulled me in. He sat me down. I explained everything though tears. He gave me a blanket and a water bottle. I slept over.~ ~ after that it became an almost daily thing. I would sneak out my window climb though the tree and we would talk for hours. We did this for years, he held me the night my parents got divorced. He wiped my tears the night my nana died, and three weeks later when my papa died. He was my everything.~ ~ then… the night of my 16th birthday came. I crawled though the window, to get my gift as always. We never talked outside this room. Ever. When I climbed though I saw the note. “I’m leaving. I can’t do it. I love you.”~ ~ the words ripped though my like a tsunami, my heart ripped from my chest. He was gone. My everything. Gone.~ ~ that night I realized that was the third time in my life, that my everything was gone. It seemed everything I loved, leaves. So I stopped. I stopped loving.~ ~ years have passed, I’m in college, I’m 23. My heart is made of stone. I’m sitting in my class, when the teacher says we have a new student. I look up, only to be met with the same hazel eyes of the boy who was my everything.~