If this isn’t love tell me what it is.

One boy and one girl. They had been passing each other in the hallways for a year. It took them a while to notice each other, but once they did they instantly became friends because he, a football player, was the male equivalent to her, a smart girl who enjoyed several extra curricular activites. They quickly became close. They were best friends who shared everything with each other. They simply called each other “best friend” because that’s the only 

thing that defined them. Towards the end of the school year the boy got news that he would be moving. The girl was distraught, because that was her best friend. The only male she trusted. At a party the girl had gotten a little, how should I say this…hmmm, drunk. While the boy was walking her home from the party she admitted that she had other feeling for him, that night they shared their first kiss. At that point sparks started flying. The boy had been feeling the same way lately. But there was nothing that could be done about it because five days later he had to move. The two stayed in constant contact. Calling, texting, skyping. But after a while the girl decided to give up on the boy and go find someone else. The boy let go, as boys easily do, and did him for a while. After the girl tried dating a couple of times she realized that no one could make her as happy as her best friend. Because not only was her her best friend, but he was the only one who knew how to truly love her and make her as happy as she could possibly be. So to this day, they still keep in constant contact. They often screw up time to time, but they trust each other to say “hey, I messed up. Will you forgive me?” The two plan on getting married one day. Some people don’t believe them when they say it, but hey, who cares. They truly are each other’s first, and most likely, last love.