the story of you

Eventually

As the days grew closer to the departure of our friends and the summer passed, I slowly began to give in, slowly began to engage with you more and more. I can't lie and say I didn't see it coming, but you had a way with drawing me back in. I wasn't foolish, you suddenly did begin to make a better effort attending to me, making me taste a fraction of how I felt during school, a feeling I was - and still am addicted to. Besides, it was just unproductive, going to great lengths to ignore you, because we were going to the same college. But I did stick to my core promise; I was actively trying to get over you.

I must admit, after that hiccup, the rest of the summer was quite nice. I spent every day going to driving practice during the mornings and visiting my friends in the afternoon, not a dull moment was felt as the last 3 weeks of august flew by. Just like that, it was time to say goodbye. It didn't feel all bad though, I made some nice memories, got closer to some friends and even made some new ones, but I did know i'll miss them, but it was time to move on. You and I went together to visit them all together before their flights, and it felt absurd - seeing them leave, but I was ready to go back and focus on my other friend group and life surrounding that.

Just like that, we started our first day of college. We all went together. If felt weird for so many reasons. The familiar yet unfamiliar environment, reconnecting with friends I haven't talked to in years, and my mom being there because she was the dean. The first 2 weeks of college was quite tough, but nothing too strong to hinder our reconciliation. It was as time went by that things began to turn for the absolute, unimaginable worse.