In the end they were perfect. The arrangements my mother had me for me to stay with my Aunt during my first year of collage turned out to be exactly the experience i needed. After my father died I knew I'd never be able to be myself in that town again so even though I missed my mom moving was defiantly in my best interests. Besides if I had never moved I would never have met Andy and I can't even begin to imagine what my life would be like without ever having met Andy.
As soon as I saw him in my fist history class that day I knew he was different. Andy was well groomed, handsome, polite and intriguing. I'd never met anyone like him before. To my utter disbelief Andy felt the same way about me.
It started with study sessions and coffees on campus but we swiftly moved to dinners after class and clubs on weekends. I was struggling not to fall under his spell. My Aunt, Uncle and my cousin teased me constantly about having my head in the clouds but I didn't care, to me Andy was worth the teasing. To me Andy was worth almost anything.
And so as the months went on I fell deeper and deeper until one day while on a picnic in a field surrounded by flowers I realized I had done the unthinkable - I had fallen in love.
What I may have forgotten to mention is that my parents were divorced. It had been ugly and messy and I was constantly put in the middle. After many years of being the rope in an eternal game of tug of war I decided love just wasn't worth it. How could it be? There were so many cons when it came to love and after the shattering of my parents marriage I was unable to see any pros.
So that autumn evening when I first realized what I'd done I did what seemed to be the only option - I ran. I got up from our blanket and ran all the way home. Of course Andy followed me but that didn't mean I opened the door or answered his phone calls or replied to his texts or opened his e-mails. As far as I was concerned I never wanted to see his face again and I figured he'd eventually just go away.
I figured wrong.
Andy did every possible thing imaginable to apologize even though I had never told him what he did wrong. He was acting like a real-life prince charming. I found little gifts in my car, love notes in my mailbox, flowers on doorstep. The problem he didn't seem to realize was that all these little gifts made me love him even more and the more I loved him the more I hated him for making me feel that way.
Three months after that dreadful picnic was the first day I didn't hear from Andy. There was no gift, no note, no flowers. Nothing. At first I didn't know what to
As soon as I saw him in my fist history class that day I knew he was different. Andy was well groomed, handsome, polite and intriguing. I'd never met anyone like him before. To my utter disbelief Andy felt the same way about me.
It started with study sessions and coffees on campus but we swiftly moved to dinners after class and clubs on weekends. I was struggling not to fall under his spell. My Aunt, Uncle and my cousin teased me constantly about having my head in the clouds but I didn't care, to me Andy was worth the teasing. To me Andy was worth almost anything.
And so as the months went on I fell deeper and deeper until one day while on a picnic in a field surrounded by flowers I realized I had done the unthinkable - I had fallen in love.
What I may have forgotten to mention is that my parents were divorced. It had been ugly and messy and I was constantly put in the middle. After many years of being the rope in an eternal game of tug of war I decided love just wasn't worth it. How could it be? There were so many cons when it came to love and after the shattering of my parents marriage I was unable to see any pros.
So that autumn evening when I first realized what I'd done I did what seemed to be the only option - I ran. I got up from our blanket and ran all the way home. Of course Andy followed me but that didn't mean I opened the door or answered his phone calls or replied to his texts or opened his e-mails. As far as I was concerned I never wanted to see his face again and I figured he'd eventually just go away.
I figured wrong.
Andy did every possible thing imaginable to apologize even though I had never told him what he did wrong. He was acting like a real-life prince charming. I found little gifts in my car, love notes in my mailbox, flowers on doorstep. The problem he didn't seem to realize was that all these little gifts made me love him even more and the more I loved him the more I hated him for making me feel that way.
Three months after that dreadful picnic was the first day I didn't hear from Andy. There was no gift, no note, no flowers. Nothing. At first I didn't know what to
