I was grinning like crazy as I practically hung up on him， jumped in my car without directions and headed for his school. How I got there in such a short time (an hour and forty-five minutes) is irrelevant. What is relevant is that the second I got there. I hugged him and told him I loved him. I had actually done that numerous times before， but this time he pulled away from my embrace， looked into my eyes， told me he loved me， too—and then kissed me. It was a kiss that seemed to contain months， even years， worth of love for each other.
When I left for school the next morning， I had Tim on my mind and in my heart. As I picked up my wallet to get money out to pay for a soda， a tiny piece of paper fell out. It was from Tim and contained words that touch my heart to this day and still make me smile. “Tina， I am so mad at myself for waiting to tell you... I love you！” My eyes welled up with tears， and I felt truly happy and at ease with our situation.
I still keep that note from Tim， and we continue to share a remarkable friendship and always will. Only these days we also share much more—three beautiful children and the same last name.
蒂姆周六出发去大学报到，我周日出发。从上高中以来，这是我们第一次分离。我们之间的亲密关系令别人很是艳羡，尽管这种友谊超越了一般的男女朋友。我崇拜他与众不同的个性、他让人欢闹的笑话和他孩子般的长相。他很了解我，能够说出我没有说完的话，他的一个眼神，就可以让我开怀大笑。我们爱慕着彼此，在高中最后一个暑假来临的时候，我们之间的友情变得更加深厚了。
夏季缓缓地来临了，蒂姆正在努力让我忘记那个性情古怪的人，与他在一起完全是浪费时间，现在，我称呼他为前男友。几个月以来，蒂姆一直与我的一个好朋友约会。她常常挖苦他，在朋友们面前捉弄他，最后与他分手，让他哭泣，然而我只能坐在一旁看着。她伤了我最好的朋友的心，这就和伤了我的心一样。