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Lessons From the Boy with the Accent


Well alright… another day, another blog about ANOTHER boy!

Obviously if you have read my previous blog posts, I have been thrown into a lot situations when it comes to relationships and have learned a lot of different things. This one was no different. When I was on the up and outs with the homie from my last post, I met this guy.
Mind you, this is when I lived in Iowa. Iowa was SO. SMALL. And my campus was even smaller (if that’s even possible). I lived on a campus that only housed soccer players, so I was living, eating with, and constantly breathing the same air as the same 40 people for two years. It doesn’t sound that bad until you’re in it, and it really wasn’t that bad after I met him.
It was so stupid how it all started. Someone broke my laptop charger and of course I have the weirdest laptop on the whole entire planet, so no one had the same charger as me. When I was asking around, they all told me that they thought this boy had the same model laptop as me. Desperate me Snapchatted him in a panic asking if he had a charger and he told me he would bring it right over. After he brought it, I tested it out to see if it would work and, just my luck, it didn’t. He offered to help me go from dorm to dorm to find one, which shocked me. In my head I was like, “why would this man want to come with me????????” He had a reputation for being charming, but a PLAYER, so I tried not to read too much into it. Next thing I know we were in a boy’s dorm for 3 hours talking about the most random topics. It was so weird and when I said I had to go, he left with me. I was dreading going back to my room because me and my roommate at the time were having major issues, so he said I could go with him to his room until she fell asleep.
Now… I am not going to take this story where you guys think I am going to take it. We went to his room and I ranted for so long about my roommate and why she was being so infuriating, and he just listened and told me about his roommate situation in his accent that made me SWOON.
When I went back to my room that night, I felt so weird. I felt so connected to this person and I didn’t even know him! He was not someone I was interested in at first because he was so arrogant and self-involved, until he wasn’t. I fell for him hard that night.
After that, we were inseparable and talking about a future together was not something that was hard to talk about. Him not being from here (as you probably got from my “accent” remark) made talking about a future really complex, but very much doable. In that moment I could not picture myself without him. I came to a realization one night where I was just laying in bed and I thought to myself “how do I meet a person like him, in a place like this, and it’s not supposed to mean something? This has to mean something.”
This relationship was very short lived, as he went home for Christmas Break and never returned. I had no idea he wasn’t coming back until I got a text on the day we were supposed to all return to school that basically said:
Hi. You’re an amazing girl. I’m not coming back. Take care.
****Obviously, it was more heartfelt than that, but through the tears and panic attack I had on the plane- that’s all I could understand.
I loved him so much. I felt like I had to. It didn’t make sense for me not to, ya know? Everything felt like fate. He talked a good game.
I learned a lot from this one, but I think one thing I need to give him credit for is that he taught me patience. I grew up in a household where raising your voice to get a point across was very much practiced. He didn’t tolerate that. If an argument took place he would make sure to give me a little bit of space, sit me down in a private area and we would talk. We never went to bed mad at each other because, deep down, we knew we didn’t have time to.

Soooo… Wherever you are now, whatever you are doing. I hope business and sport is everything you ever hoped it would be. Separating myself from you was one of the hardest things I have done, but I am so thankful for the love and lessons you taught me. You are forever the boy who motivated me to move mountains and taught me that my loyalty, which I once thought was a flaw, is a gift and is unmatched.

“I will remember your face. ‘Cause I am still in love with that place. When the stars are the only things we share, will you be there?” – Atlas Hands by Benjamin Francis Leftwich.

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