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.

—Noah

Postscript: He decided he liked men, and we dated for two years. Things fall apart.

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He’s the only boy I can remember meeting for the very first time.

—Ursula

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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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.

—Megan

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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I was hooked before he even spoke to me. He was in his Navy uniform.

—Supporting Our Troops

Postscript: Turns out the Navy is not conducive for a dating life.

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A friend needed my help, so I took a cab to her place at 2:30 a.m. It was sketchy, and I told this to my boyfriend the next morning while taking a walk. He stopped me, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “You are never doing that again.”

—Julia

Postscript: It didn’t work out, but we’re still close.

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We had a lab exam for organic chemistry the next morning and I was supposed to go home at 9 p.m. so we could study by ourselves without distracting each other. Instead, we stayed up all night talking, and at 6 a.m. we finally kissed. We never had a chance to do well on the exam anyway.

—V

Postscript: He later broke my heart, but it was good while it lasted.

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One afternoon we were lying together on his living room couch, napping side-by-side and completely at ease. In between consciousness and sleep, I prayed to God that this moment didn’t have to end; this was the happiest I had ever been in my life.

—Anonymous

Postscript: We broke up amicably three months later after we headed off to different colleges. Three years later, we’re still keeping in touch, and he’s still one of my favorite people.

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