And Then One Day
...n't know how to answer them. I wanted to go but they were my parents. I loved them and I wanted to continue on living with them. There was always the choice to just separate and go our separate ways but everything was so right. We were so perfect for each other. Both of our parents knew it so why did they want to separate us so bad? We talked and talked and talked some more but we could only come to one solution. If we wanted to be together and both of our parents wanted the other of us to move in with them why didn't we get our own apartment? I didn't think my parents would go for it but they jumped at the idea. Of course I get it now. Responsibility, getting a job, they wanted us to do and know all those things. Prepare ourselves for the real world. And we did. When the day came we cried, and cried, and cried some more, but then we left and we both had this feeling of freedom. The apartment wasn't the greatest but it would do for us because as long as we were together we were happy. A year later we graduated and went home together. Now it was time to sep...