He had completely captivated me. I loved him and everything about him. He was this new kind of person that’d I’d never met before. His brain didn’t work the way everyone else’s did. His thoughts were insane, clever, and depressing all at the same time. He told me once that if I could see the inside of his brain, I’d cry and run away as fast as I could. I could tell he’d seen and felt things he wished he hadn’t. But I also knew that part of him was extremely grateful to the lessons and memories he had. He was crazy, but I loved every second I spent with him. We’d go on these amazing adventures together, and he’d tell me all of the things he’d learned and everything that he hoped to be. When our time together had to come to an end for the day, he’d always tell me that there was “never enough time” with me.

I began to feel as if I couldn’t breathe without him there next to me. I knew our time together was coming to an end- for good this time, at least for a while. I was leaving, and there was no stopping it. I desperately wished that I didn’t have to leave him behind, but my life was waiting for me, 531 miles away. That probably doesn’t sound like a great distance, but to us, one mile apart was way too much. He knew I was leaving, but he tried to pretend like I wasn’t. We just didn’t talk about it because it was too sad.

Eventually, our time ran out. On our last night together, he pulled into my driveway, and I made my way up the sidewalk to his truck. With every step that I drew nearer to him, it felt like I was drifting farther and farther away. He got out of his truck and I took off running. I jumped into his arms and started crying uncontrollably. He kept telling me that everything would be okay, that’d we’d be okay, but at the time it felt like my world was ending. We sat down on a bench in my front yard and he held me while I cried. We talked about what we were going to do, how we were going to make it work. After a couple of hours, we had to say our goodbyes. He leaned down to hug me and I held on as if my life depended upon it. He climbed into his truck and leaned out the window to give me one last kiss. As he backed out of my driveway, he yelled out the window “There’s never enough time!” I had already started walking to my front door, but I turned around and smiled at him through my tears and said “No, there never is.”