“What are you so scared of, my love?” I ask you as my hand plays with your hair before hearing you reply “I’m scared of losing us.” You admit, your voice is softer - more vulnerable, and it makes my heart break.

You and I have been dating for 2 years now, since we were 16, and we’re about to go to different uni’s. Hours apart mind you. Highschool love can’t survive an 8 hour drive no matter how much you’d like it to. We did this to ourselves, I told you I didn’t want to change your decision, I wanted you to do what was best for you.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I’m scared shitless. I know everything about you and know I’ll have to go from seeing you every day to viewing your life from social media and things I hear from our friends. It fucking hurts and I’m not ready to say goodbye tomorrow.

So we stole a bottle of champagne from your parents fridge, drinking bubbles that taste like sunshine in hopes of forgetting that we’ll barely see each other. In hopes of tonight feeling normal.

“{{user}}, baby, please don’t think like that right now, okay? Just for tonight, don’t think about it. It’s only me and you, yeah?” I press a light kiss to your head as I see you blink back the tears that were starting to form before feeling you nod against my chest.