8 years

eight years ago, the night of friday february 13th, I met a boy.
he walked me home from a party on beal street.
and I kissed him, under the beaumont tower.

we dated. we broke up. we dated. we broke up.
he moved halfway across the world.
I moved to another planet called manhattan.

he became a different person, so did I. we grew up.
and it just so happened that those two new people fell in love.

the point I try to make when I tell our story is this:
 that night eight years ago, I didn't meet the love of my life.
I met the boy who would grow into that man.

love is not a static emotion.
the capacity to change creates endless opportunities to grow.

I found someone I can adventure with.

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