Olivia's POV:

Last day of camp. Last day I might ever see Ponyboy. Last day that I'll see Sabrina or Claire or even Audrey and Alana.

Ponyboy and I decided last night to stay together, through it all, even though it may be a while, if ever, before I see him again. I just don't think it'll work... What if one of my letters gets lost in the mail and he thinks I didn't write to him that week? He'll be so hurt. There are always phone calls, but those are expensive...

I really like him, and I told him that... He knows that I do, but now that I know that he loves me, things are different. I just don't know if this is going to work out. I don't know if I love him. I don't know if that's possible, right now anyways. He's the greatest guy I've ever met... But there are other guys out there, right? This could just be a summer fling. Maybe Cherry Valance or some other pretty "Soc" will start showing interest in him and he won't tell me. He'll forget all about me....

"Pony, we have to talk," I say, making a split second decision as I walk up to my boyfriend this morning before breakfast. I've been thinking about it all night and now I know I have to do the hardest thing I could think of right now. Break up with the most amazing guy I might ever meet...

"Everything okay?" He asks me. I look down, trying to make sure he doesn't see the tears in my eyes that I can't blink away.

"I just... I know we talked about a long distance relationship... but is that going to work?" I ask him.

"Ponyboy... Please don't be upset. Just think about it. What really is love at this age?" I ask him. He stops for a minute, thinking hard.

"Love is the same at any age. It's going to be the same no matter how old you are, Olivia," he responds. I frown. That's not what I meant.

"Pony, that isn't what I meant. I just don't think we can carry on a real relationship together like this... Neither of us know what real love even is," I explain, but don't even know what I'm talking about. I feel like I just need some sort of excuse for him... I don't want to hurt him, it'll just be too hard if we carry on.

Maybe what I said does have some truth to it, I want to love him, but what if I don't? What if we're too young?

I look him in the eye, we're both holding back tears. He looks crushed, absolutely heartbroken. It kills me, but honestly, I am too. I just can't continue like this.

"Love is love. I can't describe the feeling... It's like, when I see you and my heart starts beating faster and faster by the second and my first thought is how beautiful you look today, even if you're wearing a ripped shirt and your hair is drenched in sweat," he says passionately. Is this supposed to be making me feel good?

Somehow, it does.

"Love is when the sound of your voice instantly makes me feel 100% better no matter what happened... Love is knowing that I'll be seeing you in that dress you wore last night every day in my head for the rest of my life because you looked so beautiful. I know what love is, Olivia. Why don't you?" He asks me. I just sigh.

"Ponyboy... We're too young for this. We're 14 years old, don't you get it? We have all the time in the world to find the people we want to be with. I like you right now... I might even be in love with you, but I'm confused. So confused. I'm sorry..." I say, starting off yelling, but slowly descending into a whisper.

"I'm sorry too," he tells me. That's when the tears start streaming down my face. I notice him trying hard to hold it together, and feel a little bit guilty.

"Ponyboy... We can still be friends. We can still visit each other during the year. Maybe one day we can try this again. We can still write, just in different terms. I'm just not ready for this yet," I explain. He doesn't say anything, probably feeling like I've lead him on, which is not the case. So I keep going.

"Right now, I don't know what I want. At the moment, I do think it's you. We can still hang out, we can still talk, okay? I like your company... No, I like you. And like I said. Maybe I even love you. But again, I think I still need to find more about myself before I can give it to anyone else, including you, Ponyboy. I'm so sorry," I say, a mixture of words and sobs. He sits down on the bench in front of us, pulling me down with him. He puts his arms around me and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Y-you don't hate me?" I ask him. He shakes his head.

"I could never hate you," he says. I almost think he's lying, but by the sound of his voice, I can tell how sincere he is about it.

"Ponyboy?" I ask.

"Yeah?" He responds.

"I do think I love you..." I whisper. And even though I can't say it, I can still think it, as much as I want. As much as it hurts him, as much as it hurts me. There's a difference between love and thinking you love someone. A big one. I loved spending all of the time I did with him this summer... Each "date" we went on, the first time at the lake, the woods, the dance, everything. And if I didn't have any feelings for him, I know myself well enough to know that I wouldn't have even cared about Amelia flirting with him.

"I love you too," he says, tears in his eyes too. He looks down, not wanting to let me as them. He says it so seriously, like he's completely sure of his feelings... And maybe he is. I've never seen a guy cry before, and now one's crying over me?

Why can't I be sure of my feelings like him? Why can't I genuinely say that I love him? I do love him... I do like him... I have feelings for him.

I feel like I'm in my own puddle of unknowingness. Why am I so confused? Slowly, he leans down a bit to kiss my forehead. Then, he walks away. That's when I realize I didn't even get to tell him that I'd still write...

This really was the worst summer ever.

A/N: The end. Do we need an epilogue? I don't think so... Let me know your thoughts on that, the chapter, and the whole story!