I met my best friend my freshman year of college. We were part of a larger group of friends who were so close we were practically inseparable. During second semester of that year, two of our friends studied abroad, so the rest of us bonded even further to cement the foundation of our group. This was the semester my best friend truly became my best friend.
You know those stories of crazy relationships you hear about in the news? Well, I lived one. I was with my ex Ray for 6 and a half years before we broke up. We had a rocky relationship it was up and down if I ever saw one. I was the stupid one. I was so love struck and couldn’t get out of that mindset.
That summer was promising a lot of fun from the beginning. I broke up with my boyfriend who I had dated for 4 years. I lost weight, got that beautiful bronze tan and felt waaaaaay too confident. Parents went out of town for the summer. My girlfriend and I went to a bar for a drink and for an adventure.
So I was just there, standing with my bike near the entrance of a building, not knowing what to do next, when I saw this blond guy coming out of an elevator, with a bike, and my very first impression was that I knew him, but I couldn’t remember where from.