By Madalyn A
The Fall of 2016 was my first semester at college, which means it was also my first time living so far away from home.
I was hopeful at the beginning, but by October, I was incredibly homesick. To top it off, my high school relationship was falling apart and becoming very unhealthy. And then, on my birthday, I started talking to Him. We instantly became the best of friends. He helped me with schoolwork, got me going to church again, and helped me realize how terrible of a relationship I was in. We would stay up way too late talking almost every night. Little by little, I was falling in love with him, but I wouldn’t admit it.
Then came December 16th - the day we were all leaving to go home for Christmas break. I had slept the entire night in his lap, where I fell asleep talking. He stopped by my room the next morning to get my vacuum cleaner, or so I thought. The look on his face said otherwise. A friend of his from school had passed away that morning. We hugged for a long time and then sat in silence, soaking up each other’s company. When it was time to leave, he helped me pack my car full of too many suitcases that I can never seem to get down. My plan for the day was to go by my current boyfriend’s apartment on the way home and break up. It had come to that point, but I was still so nervous.
Right before I left, he gave me a hug. While holding me ever-so tight, he said, “If I’ve learned anything today, it’s that life is too short. We don’t know when it’s going to end. So do what makes You happy today. It’s worth it". I cried the entire way home. I knew right then that I was madly in love with him.
A few months later, he became my boyfriend, and now I can’t imagine life any other way.