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At long last I stopped crying. I wiped the tears from my face that was smeared with mascara. I wanted to be with him so badly at times, the distance got to me. What I came to realize was that I couldnt really care about kissing him, I just wanted to be with him. One of the things that I loved about him was that he wasnt one of those 15 yr old boys who wanted to ******** anything and everything, he was more of a protector, and I loved that. He'd never asked for anything of me, just that I never leave him.