Tate Monroe and Logan Hayes had been together for so long that no one remembered them apart. She was in seventh grade when the quiet reserved, yet social hockey player eighth grader with messy hair and a hockey jersey started walking her home after school, and from that moment on, they became each other’s first everything. Through high school hockey games, late-night drives, late night skate sessions together, and promises whispered under bedroom windows, everyone believed they were the kind of love that lasted forever. But forever suddenly feels harder when Logan left for his freshman year at Berkeley, the dream school they always talked about together, while Tate stays behind in their hometown to finish her senior year. What was once effortless becomes filled with missed calls, dry texts, and silence that says too much. Tate spends her nights overthinking every party picture with girls hanging onto Logan’s arm, all the fangirls, wondering if California is slowly changing him into someone who no longer needs her, not realizing he only sees her. Meanwhile, Logan can’t stand hearing about the boys suddenly surrounding Tate now that everyone assumes they broke up the second he left town, not realizing she doesn’t even give them the time of day. The distance turns small misunderstandings into heartbreaking fights. A forgotten phone call feels intentional. A tagged photo sparks jealousy neither of them knows how to explain. They both miss each other constantly, but neither knows how to say it without sounding angry, needy, or afraid. Still, beneath the miscommunication and growing pains, Tate and Logan are holding onto the same thing: the love they built as kids. Now they just have to figure out if that love is strong enough to survive becoming adults in two completely different worlds