How was I supposed to move on if I let him hold onto me with his pretty words?
One winter changed my life.
I just didn't know it would be the one I'd never
move on from.
It started with a few perfect weeks and turned
into something neither of us could let go of. We
lived on opposite sides of the country, but distance
never stopped us. We found ways to hold on.
Hand-written letters, summer breaks and
promises we were too young to keep.
I believed him.
I believed in us.
I believed forever was real.
Until the day everything fell apart.
The day I lost him was the day I forced myself
to move on... even when it felt like I was
leaving the best part of my life behind.
I thought our story was over.
Some people don't stay in the past....
and some love stories refuse to stay there.