Why do we find that people who we thought were “the one” vanish from our lives within the span of three months?And why does it almost always happen our freshman year in college? The movies we grew up with all seemed to share the same message: high school was a promised land of hook-ups, heartbreaks, hot guys, and relationships around every corner.Much to my surprise, this “sea” was just a slightly enlarged, but just as homogeneous fish bowl with little room to grow and discover.Don’t get me wrong, my freshman year any of my friends would be quick to call me the most boy crazy person they knew.I was always on the lookout for anyone to crush on.
Where the academics and “experience” come first and our—now long-distance—high school sweeties, dragged onto a whole new playing field, almost come second.
I couldn’t think straight or feel anything besides a sickening knot in my stomach and the crushing feeling of hopelessness.
“You’re gonna look back one day and you’re gonna go, ‘What in the hell was I thinking? I was a first-semester college student, and my high school relationship of three years was over.
I thought that a romantic relationship was the answer to all my problems; that there was a simple cure to the sadness, anger, frustration, and stress — all symptoms of typical teenage hormones. I tried to change my interests, my image, and my character to appear more attractive and desirable to each new guy.
I was fine with changing who I was to be with who I wanted.