If home is where the heart is, then my home isn't here.

This past weekend, I got to go to Idaho. My home town, where I was born and raised. I loved it. It was the best weekend ever, I can't even begin to explain how much I loved being there. I stayed with my first best friend, Stacy. We had so much fun catching up. I got to see Chase too. Boy, that guy. He's the craziest, cutest, sweetest most amazing thing to ever walk into my life. He was my first boyfriend (we were in 7th grade.. but it still counts) He was my first kiss. My first love. He was the first boy I ever let be my everything. We broke up when I moved away. But the feelings never left. Every single time we've seen each other since me moving we are just automatically an item. No questions asked. This visit wasn't anything different. We saw each other Saturday night, and kissed. Then we saw each other again on Sunday. We drove around Franklin County, talking and holding hands. We kissed some more, he said that he loved me. Every feeling I ever felt for him rushed back in the blink of an eye. Even stronger than before. I seriously can't even begin to explain my feelings for this boy. Love beyond reason. But now I'm back in Utah, 200 miles away from love. Not even that far, but far enough. Chase has my heart, and he can have every other part of me if he wants it too. I think it's a love like this that only happens once. And I don't ever want to let it go again. ❤