Second Part
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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