I literally started writing this 20 minutes ago. I don't know where the idea came from but I really like it.

He was my best friend, the person I turned to when everything was wrong. I was the person he turned to when his life was in chaos. That's how it worked. We were there for each other always. It didn't matter if we had school, or if it was the middle of the night. We'd come to each other's side whenever the other needed it.

His name was Josh Franceschi. I'd met him in the fourth grade when we were seated next to each other. At first we hated each other, always fighting about the silliest of things, but then again, we were only young. About half way through fifth grade was when that changed. I was the one that was bullied, the stereotypical 'weird girl' that no one liked and everyone judged. My bag was torn from my back, everything in it being thrown to the floor and ripped up and chucked in the bin. Josh happened to be walking past when it was happening and I don't know what made him do it, but he defended me and managed to stop whoever was bullying me. I was a crying mess and because I still 'hated' him so I didn't want him to see. I fought against him but he wrapped his arms around me and simply held me. I cried until there was nothing left. I left his shirt soaking wet but he mustn't have minded.

"Are you okay now?" he asked me in the softest voice I'd ever heard.

"Um, yeah I guess so. Thanks."

"Don't worry about it."

That was the day I began to fall in love with Josh Franceschi.

From then on we were inseparable. It literally happened overnight. People didn't understand what had happened to cause such a drastic change in opinion of each other but I didn't even answer their questions. We weren't anything like a couple though. We were more like brother and sister; well that's what it was like in his eyes. As the years went on and we practically knew everything about each other, I was hopelessly in love with the one person that stood up for me and made me feel safe, protected, and loved.

We were sixteen when we fell apart. My mum had decided to move away from Surrey, to Liverpool. The distance may not have been that far, but to us it felt like we were going to be separated by a million miles. I can't even remember how many nights I cried, how many nights Josh was with me, holding me and crying himself. Up to this day that was the most depressing time of my life. Okay, that's a lie. It was the second most depressing time.

Everything was packed away, we were actually moving. The last time I saw Josh was on the 14th of August, 2006. He had just turned sixteen and he admitted to me that this was the worst birthday he had ever had. He wouldn't let me go when it came time for me to go and I didn't want him to let me go. My mum was getting impatient so she said something horrible.

"Hurry up, you'll find new friends in Liverpool."

That sent Josh over the edge. He literally broke down in front of me, a collapsed heap on the ground. I had never seen him like this. He was always the strong, supportive one and I was the weak, dependent one. My heart broke. I cupped his face in my hands and looked into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I promise you that we will see each other as much as possible, okay. I promise."

I kissed him on the cheek, tears running down my face. I could taste his tears on my lips; they were the sweetest tasting thing even though, in a literal sense, they were salty. It was extremely hard to leave him like he was but I had no choice. Mum literally dragged me to the car and threw me in. I looked out the window at Josh until I could no longer see him.

"I love you, Josh. I love you so much." I whispered, hoping that he would hear me somehow. The tears didn't stop until I passed out because of exhaustion. I woke up and we were in a new city, a new town, a new house. It seemed like a dream at first so when I went to sleep that night I hoped that I'd wake up and everything would go back to normal. Of course, that didn't happen and the separation from Josh was painful; mentally, physically and emotionally. Those first few months were definitely the most depressing point in my life.

So many ideas and not enough time to write them all! Why do I have to go to school now? I'll try and update as much as possible.