It was finally that time of year. The nights were illuminated, the memories began and laughter never ended; summer was here. At the same time. the beginning of summer was bittersweet. I had been going to this camp every year since I was seven, and don't get me wrong, I love camp, I do. Everything about it is fantastic.
But after the year I've had, I don't want to leave him behind.
Harry and I sat in my room, staring at an empty suitcase with piles of clothes nearby, I couldn't find the ability to pack, I was so distraught with myself, and the fact that being away from Harry again, killed me.
"You know," Harry started, his green eyes staring at the side of my face. "It's just like me leaving, you know, for tour?" he tried to comfort me, he was used to being away for so long especially from a significant other.
He was my first real boyfriend. He was my everything.
"I know, but it's different. The one time we have an entire two months to spend together, I have to leave," tears started to stream down my hot face.
"Babe don't cry," he put his hand on my face, and wiped away the oncoming tears.
"Harry, I'm just going to miss you so much," I lost it. I broke down. I wasn't good with goodbyes, in fact, I felt like such a clingy girlfriend, because it was true. I did need him on my side, I did need him to watch my back always. Not only was he my boyfriend, he was my best friend, my angel too.
"Mik," he started as he pulled me in closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my tiny torso. "Look at me,"
I collected myself, my green eyes that matched Harry's started to puff, I ran my fingers through my blond hair, taking deep breaths in and out.
"Babe, I'm always going to be with you, don't think just because you're only two hours away doesn't mean I'm never going to talk to you. I'll call everyday, I'll write everyday," He paused, "You're not disappearing from my life, I wouldn't let you do that. You go to this camp every summer, I'm not going to take something away from you that you love," his smile warmed my heart. I couldn't help but blush.
He was the sweetest guy in the entire world.
"When you get back, we have an entire two weeks together before I leave. You can come to all the shows we have in New York, we'll be inseparable, I promise." he leaned in and kissed me, there was no wait for me to kiss him back.
I felt him tickle my sides, and I started to smile in between kisses.
"Come on, I'll help you pack babe," he offered as he kissed my forehead and started to place everything in the suitcase. Everything was already organized, it was just the fact of placing it in the suitcase would be the impossible part.
Harry and I laughed as we sat on my suitcase and tried to zip it shut. After a few minutes of a stubborn attitude, and some pecks, the suitcase was closed and ready to go.
I started to feel sad again. Even when he was near me I missed him. What if we drifted? I couldn't live without him.
Harry carried the suitcase down the stairs and into the foyer, we were leaving tonight to reach Maine by morning. It was going to be a long drive up.
"Well, this is it." I said as we walked outside together, he stopped walking and enclosed me in a tight hug. I felt his lips press against the side of my head, he held me with no intentions or motive to let me go. His scent filled my nose, and that's when it hit me.
Harry pulled away when he started to hear me sniffle. He unzipped his jacket and put it around me. "I think you'll need it more than I will Mik," and he pulled me in for a kiss. His hands cupped my face as I tugged on the fabric of his Ramones shirt. He pecked me once more lightly, before holding my hand.
"This is your favorite sweatshirt though babe," I started.
"Consider it as a little gift love," he winked and we kissed again. "I love you," he whispered into my ear as we embraced for the final time.
"I love you too, Harry."
We were going to be separated for two months, but I knew I was strong enough to manage.
