• By the time I entered my first year of university Heather and I had a more stable relationship. She found some equilibrium in dealing with my personality. My first year of university was very challenging though. Our relationship turned into a long distant one. My residence was three hours away and I would come home on the weekends and holidays to be with Heather and my family. Having a high school sweetheart entering university wasn’t the wisest move, and I knew it at the time. But I was in love, so nothing more can really be said about that.
• My second year was easier because I finished my studies at a university closer to home. (I didn’t transfer because of Heather, but the circumstances is outside the scope of this story, so I won’t go there). As I finished my third year Heather invited me to her high school prom, but I caused such a stink about something, she ended up going with a classmate. I deserved it. Shortly after that she broke up with me. I was being a douche bag, and she needed to get on with her life. I had many years to grow and mature, and she had far surpassed me in that regard.
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