It was the nigth before I was leaving from LA. Everything was packed into boxes, and I was sitting on the Sofa, wrapped in a blacket, watching a film on my laptop. I was thinking of my last goodbyes tommorow. I didn't know what i'd say. I didn't know how I'd react. What about when I say goodbye to Andy. I didn't think I would be able to cope with not being near him. He would forget me. He'd end up with another girl, and will not remember me. While I was deep into my thougths, my mom came and sat next to me. "You ready to move sweetie?" She asked, placing some of my blacket on herself. "Not really. It's not my choice to move it's yours." I said, keeping my eyes at the TV. "I know sweetie and I'm sorry, but we have to, if you were old enough I'd let you stay here, but we both know I can't do that." She said rubbing my back. "And I understand that you love Andy to pieces, I can see that when he comes round here, and I know that it can feel like the end of the world, but it'll be fine after a while. I promise."
"But mom I love him!" I sobbed, colasping into her lap. "Oh sweetie I know , I know." She said pulling me into a rose smelling hug. I kept on crying into her jumper. "I-don't-want-to-say-goodbye!" I cried through my sobs. " Sweetie look at me." She said, ad i looked up at her, mascara runing down my cheeks. "Theres a saying that my mom used to say after I had broken up with my boyfriend, If you love something, let it go. Sweetie, set him free. If it is really ment to be, he'll come back to you."
"But I don't want to set him free."
"It's the best thing to do sweetie. It's for the best. And it's probably not gonna be forever. I promise you that you'll find someone." I started to calm down, and she wiped by tears away using the corner of the blacket. "You ok now?"
"I suppose."
"Ok Sweetie, well, we better go to bed, we need to be fresh in the morning." She sais, getting up and walking up stairs. I follwed her, wiping my eyes with my sleve.