Hypothetically if you were point A

And theoretically if I was point B

"I'm moving," you tell me, and a pained expression appears on your face. I, on the other hand, am excited beyond belief.

"Really? Where? Oh, oh! I know! I bet you guys're moving to that fancy new establishment across town. You know, the one where all houses cost more than seven hundred thousand dollars? Can I visit you there? Huh? Please, Mike, I promise I'll love you forever!"

- Little do you know that my love for you is already eternal.

"No, guess again." Tears start welling up in your eyes, and I feel overcome with dread.

"You're moving, moving? As in like, far away from here?" I ask.

"Bingo," you sigh, and dismay stabs my heart.

"Wh-where?" I stutter, hoping you'll only be a state or two away.

You say nothing. "Mike?" I ask.

I try looking you in the eyes, yet for some reason, you avoid my gaze. Eventually, I find out why as you mumble, "England."

"WHAT?" I yell, as I begin choking on the chocolate milkshake you made me to compensate for the detention you got me into.

"You heard me. England," you reply dully, and when I look up from my milkshake, I see you trying to stop the quivering of your lower lip.

I find that quivering adorable.

"You'll come back soon though, right?" I ask, hoping the move will be for a couple of months until your ever-traveling father takes care of his business.

"Well," you begin tentatively, and the knot in my stomach grows twice as large hearing the nervousness in your voice. "I'll be gone for a year –"

"B-But, I can't cope without you! You're my best friend!" I secretly want to add, 'the one I love more than anything,' but, as always, my fear of rejection holds be back.

"- At least."

"Mikey, is there anything you can do to stay? You could stay at our house. My parents already consider you as a son, please, Mike!"

"I wish I could," you whisper into my ear, and a shiver runs up and down my spine.

"So do I," I sob into your fragrant hoodie.

"I guess we have to make every moment last," you say after a long silence on my part.

Not in the mood to reply, I nod, my tears seeping through your sweatshirt.

"When'll you move?" I mumble.

You clear your throat, clearly regretting the fact that I asked. "Two weeks."

I jump out of your warm embrace. "What? Why'd you just tell me? How long have you known?" I ask angrily, unfairly accusing you of keeping secrets from me.

"I just found out an hour ago."

"Oh," I reply meekly. As always, you think nothing of my unjustified anger and pull me into your chest.

My heart flutters and I think, do guy/girl best friends have so much physical contact? - Or is it just us?

The day of the move has dawned and I'm a bundle of nerves. Should I tell you or shouldn't I? What good will it do? My love for you won't stop your move. No, I'll keep quiet; that way, I won't have to think of what might've been.

Yes, things'd be better that way.

So I square my shoulders like a soldier ready to die and walk towards where you said you and your family would be saying your goodbyes.

You find me before I find you.

Coming up behind me, you grab my waist in an effort to scare me; it works. I let out a terrified yelp and turn around to see you standing right infront of me. Your honey colored hair is disheveled, as if you've been running your hand through it – which I'm sure you have. One look into your perfect blue eyes tells me that you're ready to say your heartbreaking goodbyes – or at least, as ready as you'll ever be.

"So," I begin awkwardly, and suddenly, it seems as though it's just us in the crowded airport.

Evidently you feel the same, as you move nearer to me, ignoring the catcalls of your older brother and his friends.

"So," you respond just as awkwardly.

"I-I guess this is goodbye," the words come out of my mouth on their own as tears well up in each eye.

You wipe away a tear and tell me, "Yeah, I guess it is. But we'll keep in touch, right? I'll call and email you everyday, and you better do the same, understand?"

I give you a watery smile, "of course I will, I don't know what I'd do without you."

You pull me close, and the warmth of your body envelopes mine as both of us shed tears as this is the last time we'll see each other for at least a year.

We pull apart and I make a pathetic attempt at a joke as I feel your tears dampen my hair, "at least I won't have to take a shower today!" You give a weak chuckle and hug me again, "I love you, Ellie," you whisper in my ear.

I freeze, and then realize that you probably felt that, so immediately relax myself and respond, "I love you too."

He probably only thinks of me as his best friend, nothing more, I think as you give me a chaste kiss on the cheek and walk towards your plane.

You look back, wave, smile, and then proceed to turn back around with a grim expression on your face; walking towards the plane that'll take you thousands of miles away from me.

I gulp, deciding to take the chance to tell you how I feel.

"I love you!" I yell at your retreating figure.

You don't hear me.

Two months later

The special ringtone I have for you pierces the melancholy silence in my room and I rush to my disregarded cell.

"You called!" I squeal into the phone, utterly excited at the chance to talk to you.

"Of course I called, Ellie. I call you everyday, remember? Why should today be any different?" you chuckle at my earnestness to talk to you, and somehow, your chuckle sounds oddly satisfied.

"I don't know," I laugh, "I miss you so much, I swear, it's torture without having anyone to slap up the head."

"I miss you too, its complete agony not having anyone whose hair I can pull!" I chuckle as you continue, "You know, I'm still not used to the accent here, I swear, Daddy, I need to go to the loo," you laugh, mimicking a little girl you probably saw on the street.

I burst into fits of laughter and just then, the bell rings.

"Damn it, hold on a second," I mutter.

"Take your time," and for some reason, I can hear a grin in your voice.

However, I decide to ignore it as I run to the door, cell still in hand. I quickly unlock it and gasp.

You're standing right infront of me.

"OHMIGOSH!" I yell, throwing myself at you, hugging you so hard I hurt myself.

"Nice to see you too," you laugh, and I realize why I heard the grin in your voice a second ago.

"You're back! What're you doing here?! OH MY GOD!" I bellow excitedly.

"Ellie, calm down, I convinced my parents to let me finish studying here."

"The important thing is that you're here," I grin, and you hold me close as I secretly pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming.

…You're even more beautiful than I remember.

"There's another reason I came back here," you begin, hiding a tentative smile.

"Yeah, what's that?" I ask, smiling.

"I love you – as more than a friend, and it was killing me, not being able to see you everyday."

I feel bubbly inside and beam, "I love you too."

You kiss me. I kiss you back.

Perfect.

We would be, we would be frantically melting

Into one massive point that could overcome anything.