With four years of high school under my belt, I graduated with honors, and with my best friends by my side. It was a bittersweet occasion. The tears poured out as I said goodbye to the ones I had shared my whole life with, and the smiles surfaced when I thought of my future to come. I wish my mom would be here, I thought to myself. Kyle and I had both gotten accepted into NYU. It was perfect. We had been together for two years now, and were about to experience the best time of our lives together. Part of me wanted to go alone and with a fresh start, but the other part of me told myself that I loved Kyle, and that this would be a good thing. Dad bought me a beautiful Jeep for my graduation present. I loved that thing.