We spent hours talking on the phone late at night， comforting each other， giving each other advice and worrying about college. Over the rest of the summer， both of us were single， so we spent all of our time together. Late at night after work， we would meet at cafés and just talk for hours. We grew even closer that summer. I only wondered why our friendship had to get so close now， as we were both preparing to leave for college.
As the time approached when we would have to say good-bye， we went shopping together for school supplies and planned our first rendezvous as college students for a month after we were both at school.
As I left that Saturday morning to take him to school， I was extremely nervous， my stomach full of knots. I kept wondering what was wrong with me during the three-hour car ride. Of course I was going to miss him， but this was not a sad feeling， this was nervousness. As we finished packing him into his tiny room and making it feel like some semblance of home， it hit me—and it hit me hard. I was in love with this guy！ And it wasn' t the friendship kind of love that I had felt for him throughout high school； it was something much deeper. I felt helpless. I had finally realized my true feelings for my best friend when it was too late. Tears filled my eyes as I sat on his springy， steel bed. I said good-bye to my best friend and the love of my life， wondering if we were really going to meet in a month as planned.
That night at home as I packed my stuff I cried， scared that things would never be the same. We were both going to have our separate lives and would probably barely think of each other. Just then the phone rang， and as I wiped my tears and tried to utter a quiet hello， the voice on the other end let me know everything was going to be okay. It was Tim. Before even saying hello he blurted out， "Tina， we' re going to make that rendezvous earlier than I thought. How about tonight？"