As Long as you're what I'm Coming Home to, the Skies are Blue.

For the past 4 years I've been friends with a boy named Phoenix. He is so easy to talk to, fun, cute, sweet, understanding, and just simply amazing. Although some times we weren't the best of friends, he listened to me when I complained about the stupidest of things and he let me cry to him even when we hadn't talked in weeks. For years he had liked me and I didn't think a single thing of it. I took him for granted and just dealt with myself when I couldn't decide how I felt about him.

About two weeks ago, I uncontrollably fell for him, and boy did I fall hard. It's kind of cliche, but I fell for him at prom, when I was intending on spending the night with just some of my close friends. We went seperately. He took his own date and I went by myself, since my previous date and I had just ended our awful relationship. I just wanted to have fun that night, dancing and seeing my friends. Then Phoenix just came out of nowhere and started dancing with me despite the fact that he had come with someone else that night. Since we had been friends and I always thought he was cute, I danced with him. I knew I had a crush on him, and I knew it was just getting worse and worse every minute I spent with him and then during a slow song, he kissed me and that was that. I liked him. I liked him so much at that point it hurt.

From that night on, Phoenix and I have talked every night. We've spent every day we could together because every day we were apart it killed us.



Graduation wasn't far from prom night and we knew it. I spent days with him and his friends, even though I didn't know them that well. All was well though. His friends accepted me right away and I enjoyed spending time with all of them. When my family came out for graduation, they all got to meet Phoenix and he got to spend some time with them. My grandma kicked his ass in dice though.

When graduation was over, we took our picture together and said our goodbyes since I was leaving for Chicago the next day, and he was staying in PA to go to Kutztown. He promised he would write me letters and I promised the same.

The drive to Chicago, I never felt as lonely as I did knowing I was leaving the boy I love behind.

I have never felt so comfortable with anyone and I have never been so sure about anyone, like I am with Phoenix. He is so important to me and he means so much to me that I could never put it into the right words how I feel. I'm just hoping the feeling I have toward him never go away and I hope the way he feels about me grows and grows with time, no matter how far apart we happen to be.