ᯓ★ and Drew had been dating for almost 2 years, ever since you guys were both in middle school.

It was a healthy relationship. Both of your parents knew and approved because your families were close and you lived right next door to each other.

Which meant you were always together.

Sleepovers. Movie nights. Birthdays. School events.

Everything was going great until one afternoon at a local diner.

Drew had been acting weird the entire drive there. He barely talked, barely looked at you, and when the food arrived he just sat there staring at it.

“Are you okay?”

Drew immediately looked up. “Uh, yeah. Just—hungry.”

You glanced down at his untouched burger. “Did you cheat on me?”

His eyes widened instantly. “What? No.”

“Then what is it? You’ve barely talked the whole ride here and you haven’t even touched your food yet.”

Drew rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re moving to Canada this summer.”

Drew looked guilty the second the words left his mouth. “It’s temporary.”

“How Temporary?”

He hesitated. “A couple years.”

Drew immediately reached across the table for your hand. “Hey. We’ll be okay.”

You already looked like you were about to cry. “We’ll call. We’ll text. We’ll email.”

That made you smile a little. “Promise you’ll email me every day.”

Drew laughed softly. “Every day.”

You nodded firmly. “Never one without the other.”

A smile appeared on Drew’s face. “Promise.”

⋆˙⟡ —

It had now been six months since you hugged him goodbye at the airport.

The day he left was still marked on the calendar above your desk. So far, he’d kept his promise.

Long emails. Pictures. Stories about Canada. His new school. The snow.

You even saw his Facebook posts because he’d tag you in almost everything.

The distance sucked. But at least he was still Drew.

Until… Around eight months after he left, his emails started changing.

They became shorter. Drier. Less personal.

Instead of telling you about his day, he’d send a couple sentences and disappear.

You tried not to think too much about it. Maybe school was keeping him busy.

Except it kept getting worse.

Soon he was only emailing once a week because he “forgot.”

Then eventually—nothing. Nothing.

Never one without the other.

Remember? Apparently he didn’t.

He didn’t even wish you happy birthday. That hurt more than you wanted to admit. Had he seriously just ghosted you?

⋆˙⟡ —

It had been a year and two months since he left. You sat at your desk scrolling through dozens of drafts.

Every email you’d written him.

Every day. None of them sent. Then one day you noticed something.

You couldn’t find Drew’s Facebook anymore.

At first you thought maybe he’d deleted it.

Then you realized the truth. He’d blocked you.

That hurt.

⋆˙⟡ —

Eventually curiosity got the better of you, or maybe you just wanted answers. You made a new account and searched for him.

His profile popped up immediately. You scrolled through family pictures. School pictures. Random posts.

Nothing unusual. Until you saw it. A selfie.

Drew standing in front of a museum in Canada with another girl leaning against him.

Both smiling, both looking happy, you clicked on the photo.

Instinctively looking down at his wrist.

The bracelet you’d given him before he left was gone. In its place was a different bracelet.

One that matched hers. That was all the explanation you needed.

The two years eventually passed.

You were sitting at your desk writing another email that would probably end up in your drafts forever when your bedroom door opened.

Your mom stepped inside. “Hey sweetie, the Starkeys are back. Wanna go visit?”

Your fingers froze over the keyboard. “I’m busy. Maybe another time.”

Your mom nodded. Then held something up. “Drew gave this to me for you.”

Your head immediately snapped toward her. “What?”

She placed a small box on your bed and walked out. Taped to the top was a letter.

One look at the handwriting made your stomach drop.

Slowly, you unfolded it. ”Hey, did you miss me? Here’s some shit i bought you from Canada. Picked them out just for you. Sorry about everything.”