You screamed at me that day, telling me I was selfish because I wanted to see my own family. We yelled for hours back and forth, bouncing from tears to more shouting.

I tried to calm you down, and that made you angrier.

Eventually, you listened to me. You started to take me home before you turned back around, brought us back to your house, and told me to “figure it the fuck out.”

I still remember that day.

I sat in the woods for two hours alone in dead silence, just to get away from you. I had to think about what was best for me, what was best for us.

I finally realized that just because you love someone, does not mean that you should be with them. I was bad for you, and you were even worse for me.

So when you finally came to your senses and brought me home, I uttered the words, “It’s over”, and quietly shut the car door. I wanted to be strong, have you look me in the eye and know that I was serious that time because you weren’t happy.

You deserve to be.

So when I turned away, I went into the house as sternly as I could, before slamming the front door and throwing my back against it. I heard your tires grab onto the pavement as fast and hard as they could; and all at once, my heart shattered.

I forgot how to breathe; even writing this now, my chest hurts at the thought of you.

I wish I had followed my own advice. Thirteen-year-old me would have told me “Do not fall in love, Breanne.”

The sad thing is even now, I still feel like I need you.

Sometimes I think it's true. You were my other half. We were two halves of a whole idiot.

I can still describe the way your hoodies smelled. I can still describe the way the moonlight poured in through the windows and on to your cheeks at 3 A.M.

I can still hear the way your house creaked underneath my feet. I still feel the way your lips felt from my kiss after not seeing each other for hours that truly felt like days.

You hung the moon for me and built me the sun in your own tool shed. Time passed and, soon enough, you trapped me in that tool shed with that same moon, that same sun, and the sky you hung them from.

You tried to burn it down, to burn me down. But I was stronger than you.

I found my way out of that deceitful inferno because I didn't need someone to build the sun for me. I was the sun.

My world should have revolved around me. The moment I left you, the Big Bang occurred and I was alive. The sun was alive and a universe was born.

I will always keep my promises because the idea that I would never love you was a physical impossibility. I will always wish you the best.

But only a few lucky planets get to enjoy the sun's light of day.