I may've only had a couple of incredible moments with Travis, a few amazing experiences, but all those years building up to it were what I remembered most. It felt like I'd lost something huge. For weeks, I cried and fell into a deep depression, and I couldn't even tell my parents why. My mother began talking about getting me into therapy, so I forced myself to pretend I was better.
But I wasn't.
I so wasn't. And as dramatic as it sounded, I didn't think that hole in my heart would ever go away. Then, just after graduation, I drove by his house and saw the moving truck. I hadn't watched the De Luca boys in weeks, so I wasn't up on what was going on, but my heart sank. It was happening. This was really the end to any real possibility of me ever seeing or even hearing of Travis again. Once
