<p>I have loved Channing Monroe all my life.</p><p>In first grade, he asked for my Trapper Keeper.&nbsp;<br />
I hit him in the head with it.&nbsp;<br />
Third grade, we were best friends. We kissed in seventh grade.&nbsp;<br />
Eighth grade, he turned into a bad boy and the rest was a tumultuous storm.</p><p>Growing up, the problem was never love for us.&nbsp;<br />
Bad times. Good times. There were times when I felt our love in every inch of my body, vibrating, making me feel like it could bring me back to life.</p><p>The problem was us.</p><p>The problem is that we&rsquo;re from two different worlds now.&nbsp;<br />
Fallen Crest and its millionaires for me. Roussou and their criminals for him. I was thriving in mine and he was running his.</p><p>But&hellip;</p><p>But there were nights I felt we couldn&rsquo;t be further apart than we were, and there were nights I felt we shared the same heartbeat.</p><p>When was it time?&nbsp;<br />
When was it time to either sacrifice, make a change, or walk away from the boy I grew up with?</p>