Weeks had passed. 2 weeks to go. 2 weeks until I wouldn't be able to see Elliot for possibly what feels like a lifetime. He comes here every year, which means I'm going to have to work hard to persuade my parents for us to come here again next year.

I've had the best summer of my entire life. The best 3 weeks of my life, and I'm not really sure I'm ready for it to end.

We had been everywhere possible. More adventure parks, swimming parks, the zoo, go karting, rock climbing, canoeing, boat riding, everything. Obviously with our families too, but they were such good friends now, we basically spent every day with each other.

My parents now knew. His parents now knew. Everyone was fine with it. We went along like normal.

It's a relationship that has consumed me.

Every waking moment was spent together, and we both hadn't bought up the fact that we'd have to leave each other in 2 weeks. It was pure bliss ever since we had our first kiss.

I'd finished my diary for school, and the whole thing was about me and Elliot, throwing in the odd my-parents-paragraph in there somewhere. Because the only thing that mattered was us to me.

I know I sound like a lovesick child, but I'd never had a relationship before. It's all new to me, I've never felt this way before.

Had I fallen in love?

Love. I'd known him for four weeks.

How could I possibly be possible of loving somebody?

When I can barely love myself. It seems so absurd.

But I questioned it, so many times. And no way would I ever say that to him, it'd freak him out so much that he'd run for the hills.

But there's something inside of me that is screaming for him to say it to me too. There's hope.

No- you know what, forget everything. I dont love him. I can't.

What does love even mean? So I googled it. Other people on the internet must have felt it before, they must have had a love consume them too.

"The most spectacular,indescribable, deep euphoric feeling for someone.

Love is an incredibly powerful word. When you're in love, you always want to be together, and when you're not, you're thinking about being together because you need that person and without them your life is incomplete.

This love is unconditional affection with no limits or conditions: completely loving someone. It's when you trust the other with your life and when you would do anything for each other. When you love someone you want nothing more than for them to be truly happy no matter what it takes because that's how much you care about them and because their needs come before your own. You hide nothing of yourself and can tell the other anything because you know they accept you just the way you are and vice versa.

It's when they're the last thing you think about before you go to sleep and when they're the first thing you think of when you wake up, the feeling that warms your heart and leaves you overcome by a feeling of serenity. Love involves wanting to show your affection and/or devotion to each other. It's the smile on your face you get when you're thinking about them and miss them.

Love can make you do anything and sacrifice for what will be better in the end. Love is intense,and passionate. Everything seems brighter, happier and more wonderful when you're in love. If you find it, don't let it go.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life.

That word is love."

Someone had wrote. Did I always want to be with him? Yes. Even the nights we weren't sleeping over each others places, I wanted to be in his arms, or even the room length away from him, as long as we were talking, he was there.

I trust him with everything. And I know he trusts me, he told me about Sam. I tell him most things, even if it's something shitty he doesn't care about, like my hate for tomatoes. I always tell him about my hate for tomatoes.

I'd do anything for him to be happy, too. No matter how hard is it, when the time comes, I will let him go. Because long distance relationships never work, and I want him to be happy. I hide nothing of myself. I don't wear makeup in front him, I don't do my hair in front of him. But also inside. I don't hide my emotions in front of him. He knows my emotions, and he know's when something is wrong, like when I was missing my nana back home.

We're together most nights and mornings. Not like that, obviously, but our families are usually doing activities together like the boat ride where it ended very late, so we normally just crash at each others. But when I'm at the cabin, and he is at his apartment they rented for the summer, I think about him.

I could make any one, including my self, sick right now with what I am saying. But you don't understand love until you've felt it. You god damn love that person with everything that you have. And to me, you can fall in love in a short amount of time. If you know everything about that person like me and him do about each other, and you're happy together, why aren't you capable of love?

Why does time depend on how much you love a person?

"Love is intense and passionate."

My love for him is. It's strong.

But that paragraph shook me. "Love can make you do anything," "When you find it, don't let it go."

How is it fair that I'm going to have to? Maybe I can do something. Anything, so I don't have to lose him.

But I know I can't. He probably doesn't feel the same. I remember what I said, "One rule, no falling in love." And I broke it. I fell in love. But it seems so real for him too, like he feels the same. He's constantly cuddling me, kissing me, buying me things, (much to my constant telling offs, in which I tell him I don't need his money), and most of all, being there for me.

"One word that frees us of all weight and pain of life,"

Yes. I am so much more free. It's like the weight of school, and arguments with friends, and missing my grandad, and stress of finding a job, and stress of being a teenager, just goes away. It's like your blinded.

Love is a scary feeling.

I hate the word love.

**

2 weeks flew by. It was full of cuddles, kisses, and love. Since my recent thoughts, I had thought to let that word go for a bit. Forget about it. Bury it, until it needs to be dug up.

And the time is near. We are leaving tomorrow. It's our last night together, and I don't know what to do. How do I talk to him about this? He hasn't said a word, it's like he's trying to make it go away too. Like if we don't talk about it, it won't happen.

But it is. I sat up from where I was sitting in his arms on the beach. "You know, about 6 weeks ago, you hit me with a football just about down there," I pointed further down the beach.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that," he grinned.

"And now we have to leave each other.." His eyes widened, like I'd just said that I was going to kill his mother or something.

"We haven't spoken about that," He murmered.

"I know. And we need to. We can't keep it hidden in just our thoughts anymore, we need to talk about it. We're leaving tomorrow, and I don't know what to do."

"We don't need to talk about it now. We have tonight, and we have tomorrow." He denied, and snuggled me further to his chest from when I sat up.

"Yes we do, Elliot. We aren't going to see each other for so long, I have packing tonight and it's going to be pretty busy tomorrow too, we need to talk about it now." I crossed my arms. He's not going to win. I am stubborn.

"Just live in the moment, Vi."

"I'm not going to live in the moment! Not now! Let's talk about the moment, instead." I huffed. He wasn't going to go all deep on me and expect to have his own way.

"We haven't argued the whole 6 weeks, love.. let's not start now," he pouted. "Look. I believe, God has a plan for us all. Our family may not go to church every weekend, and I don't pray every night, but I believe, okay? I believe my mum met my dad because he has a plan for them together, and because he also had a plan for me and Hayden. So if he has a plan for us, it'll happen, and we can't change that."

"Or that is a load of bull and we don't let the 'man upstairs' decide our life for us. We do it for ourselves and fight for what we want. You're telling me God made me buy the shoes I bought last week because he had a plan for me to wear them? No, I bought them because I wanted to."

He sighed. "You're not going to understand."

"No, I'm not. So lets talk about it."

"You know what? Fine. Talk."

Now he'd said that, I wasn't all sure on what I wanted to say. I opened my mouth a few times, ready to speak.

"Exactly." He said. He sounded a little annoyed, and that was not my intention, to get him annoyed with me the day before returning home.

"OK, I'm sorry. If you don't want to talk about it, then OK. But I do, so just let me talk about my feelings, and you don't have to say a word. We're going to go home tomorrow. We aren't going to visit this place until next year. I might not even be going on holiday here next year, so it could be longer than a year. You're going to go back to your school with all your friends and I'm going to go back to mine."

"You're gonna meet a girl. I know it, look at you. You're gonna forget about this summer 'romance,' and I'm not. You're gonna move on, and I'm not. Day by day, we'll text less, we'll call less."

"And it's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you, I know that for sure."

"That's not true, Vi. I know I said at the start it was just going to be a summer romance, but I never knew I'd start feeling this. I never knew I'd get captured by you," There was a ghost of a smile on his fact.

"We can visit each other. Wait- where do you even live?" He asked.

"You sure I can tell you? You're not going to show up at my house and kill me in my sleep?" I joked.

"Shh. Where do you live?"

"London."

"London?" He seemed surprised. "But you don't have a posh accent."

"Not everyone from London has a posh accent! Just like we don't all drink tea with the Queen."

He put his hands up in defence. "Alright. Well, That's good. I live in Bristol. Turns out not that far away from each other. An hour and a half tops on the train." He grinned.

That's good news I guess. But still much too far away.

"I'd have school." I said.

"So would I. But not on weekends. Or holidays. So every week, or every other week, we'll take turns to visit. Our parents know each other, so they'd let us right? We'd go on the Friday, and leave on the Sunday. If we have plans, we tell each other, we'll work around them, okay? I want this to work."

It seemed like so much hassle. I remembered what the girl online had said. "When you love someone you want nothing more than for them to be truly happy no matter what it takes"

So I got up, and I left. He needs to be happy. He needs to move on, and he needs to forget about us. Because Distance is evil, and these things never work out.

**

I spent the day with just my mum or dad. They didn't question why I wasn't with Elliot, but they didn't need to. They knew it's because we are leaving, and they chose the safer and better option to just shut up about it.

Plus, this was aimed to be a family holiday before we actually made friends. And I wanted to thank my mum and dad for this amazing holiday, so I payed for a meal. Not many children would pay $40 for a meal for their parents, but I was feeling generous. And emotional.

They hugged me and thanked me, as did I for them. Then we spent the rest of the day on the beach, or just lounging in our cabin while we all packed our suitcases.

My thoughts were constantly on Elliot.

I didn't want it to be this way, but it would hurt so much less without the massive goodbye, if we just were in an argument as it all ends.

Then I wouldn't need to think about the relationship we could of had, we'd be broken up anyway. I knew that was so much to ask for. I knew that none of that would happen, I'd be overthinking it when I got home anyway.

I'd need to give my diary in which is all about him in to my teachers. There's no time to rewrite it. I have school in 5 days.

The sun was setting. I'd almost packed everything.

Here comes the post holiday depression already.

I didn't want to think anymore. I was starting to get a headache, so instead I lay down, and closed my eyes.

*

A knock on my door woke me up.

2am.

Who is knocking at 2am?

The door opens and my heart beats 10x the usual pace. What if it's some next pyscho killer?!

Instead, it was Elliot. I think I'd prefer the killer.

Wait, what is Elliot doing here?

I blinked a few times, is this a dream or something?

He doesn't say anything. He just walks over to me in a tight white tshirt and grey jogging bottoms, and slips into bed next to me, hugging my waist.

I don't say anything either.

I'm on the verge of falling asleep, when he says something.

"I love you. I won't let this Distance seperate us."

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