Butterfly's

It was march of 09, the spring had just started to come. I was sitting in the truck waiting for my sister and her boyfriend. It was just around dusk, tonight we we're going up to the hill's. In a small town such as ours, our type of recreation was doing just this. Standing around a huge bomb fire, listening to music, laughing and loving. This was the night I met my love. Tall, dark and handsome, he got out of his car and started saying hey to everyone. I had known who he was, in fact I once had a small relationship with him, but for one reason or another, we had not talked in years. That night consisted of many good memories. It was about a week before i heard from him, but when i did he asked me if i would like to come with him up to the hill's again. I thought it would be fun, but i felt my crush getting a little stronger. Or maybe it was just the butterfly's he always gave my stomach.
We went up that night and again, had anther good time. But this time, we kept in touch. It started out as just talking to each other everyday. But then he would come see me all the time. Sooner or later, i was hanging out with him everyday. When May came around, we were getting really close. His whole plan was to take me to the beach for a weekend, my birthday weekend, and ask me to be his there. But when the weekend came around, he just couldn't contain it, and asked me two days before my birthday. That weekend was one of the best weekends of my life. From there on, we grew extremely close. I felt he knew me better than anyone, and I felt i knew him that well also. We were inseparable for about seven months. And than disaster struck.
Something happened to us after that. The time when i needed him the most, and he wasn't there. I was heart broken. About two months went by, he tried to talk to me, but i told myself i didn't need him anymore. That i would be better with out him. But he was stubborn. And persistently kept trying to talk to me. I could feel myself becoming lonely and sad. I missed him so much. So one night, after not talking to him for two months, i called him. I thought it would be awkward, and i was nervous to call, but i stayed on the line anticipating his voice to answer. When he did i felt my stomach drop. After everything he could still give me butterfly's. That night we talked on the phone for three hours. And every night after that for a week we did the same thing. Eventually we started to see each other again, and we both realized how much we've missed each other. Some people think you cant know what love is if your young. And that you shouldn't be in serious relationships when your young. But those people must be lonely and sad somewhere, cause if they they think that, then they don't know that love has no boundaries. No restrictions. It's not just a feeling or something you say to someone, it's an effort, from two people. Its a bond. And a strong one at that. Because even if the day comes where you cant be together, you still feel that bond. You still have that persons love. Forever.