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.