During my stay in Buenos Aires, he told me that he loved me after three short weeks. He didn’t speak any English, so I tried to explain to him he didn’t know how strong of a word he was using. A week later, when I went to visit his suburb, I realized that almost every day for the past few weeks, he had walked 20 minutes from his house, spent one hour on the train, and another hour on a bus, just to meet me in the city where I lived, not once mentioning the long journey it took to get there.
Postscript: We have been apart for almost 6 months. Still madly in love with him, I am going back to Argentina in two months for another semester abroad. TKM [te quiero mucho].
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He’s the only boy I can remember meeting for the very first time.
Postscript: We flirted and were close friends for almost a year before he broke my trust. I didn’t think anything could hurt more, but not having him in my life is worse.
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My friend was interested in him first, but it didn’t work out between them. The more she talked about him, the more he grew on me. Eventually, I couldn’t deny it.
Postscript: He decided he liked men, and we dated for two years. Things fall apart.
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I was watching TV. He was next to me, doing his own thing and not really paying attention to the show. I laughed at something funny, and he looked at me and smiled back at me.
Postscript: It’s been five years, and I’ve watched way too much TV next to him.
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It was that eerily quiet time of night just before dawn. We were lying next to each other, just talking. I had no desire to go to bed.
Postscript: I’ve since tried to maintain a better sleep schedule.
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A friend handed me a water bottle full of vodka, and I proceeded to wash the whole thing down within 20 minutes in front of new friends and a new crush. Predictably, I ended up vomiting in the hallway, the stairwell, and outside underneath a tree. My new crush held my hair back, and in the morning I woke up tucked into his bed while he slept on the floor.
Postscript: We dated for 2 years, he turned out to be a bit too sensitive. And whiny.
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We’re both weird, but not quite in the same ways. I was completely smitten from the first day I met him, only to discover he had married the love of his life the week earlier.
Postscript: We’ll never be lovers, but it’s been worth it just to know him.
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