Pulling at My Heart Strings

Pulling at my Heart Strings

“I started missing you the second I let go of your hand”. This was the last text Tyler sent to me before he left to California for college. This was the start of our second year apart, and it was going to be harder than ever. Usually, Tyler and I know when we will see each other again. In the past, we have always been able to count on Thanksgiving, Christmas, spring break, and summer. However, this year things are changing. We are only guaranteed Thanksgiving and Christmas. In the spring, my love will be studying abroad in South Africa.

We first started talking in math class my junior year of high school. He sat in front of me and tried his best to ignore me. However, I am a very social person and I enjoy getting to know new people. As the semester went along we began talking more and more and eventually Tyler realized I wasn’t as annoying as he had thought. As we worked together on a few projects, we started talking quite a bit, and began to get to know one another better and better. One day while we were in the computer lab working on our final projects Tyler put his phone number into my phone; I had been waiting for him to do something like this all semester! I had built up such a big crush on him and I was hoping he liked me as well… He didn’t… yet. Once we started texting, we never stopped and we still haven’t. We would start first thing in the morning and stop when one of us fell asleep. He was so sweet and we had so much in common. We could text about everything and anything, ask each other whatever we wanted, and vent about how bad our day was. As the time we spent talking made me like him more and more he still didn’t show any interest. Finally I had decided to give up and move on, he was going off to College soon and I didn’t need to miss him any more than I was already going to.

When summer started we continued to talk and we started to hang out. We went and played mini golf, went to lunch, and went to goodwill for his birthday. After this we tried to spend as much time together as we could. Tyler worked at a local BBQ place and I was a nanny during the day, so we would wait until he got off work and then we started going up to a trail-head at the base of Mount Herman. This soon became “our spot”. We would go up around 10 or 11 and head back to our houses around 2am. The nights when there was a lightning storm were our favorite. We would roll down the windows and smell the rain while we watched the lightning bolts touch down in the distance. We would sit and talk about whatever was bothering us, our lives, our childhoods, friends, what we had done that day, and anything else that was on our mind. It was