Although once we never hung out all that summer and never called the month or so I moved out the LA I was over it. He fed me lie after lie and young and naive me believed every ounce of it. It was hard leaving my friends and not knowing the next time I would see them and even him. After freshman year in Boston, even though the year was great academically and socially, I didn't see myself getting much out of staying in Boston. Stupidly I didn't, which was so beyond stupid on my part. I should have blocked and deleted him from my life, physically and mentally. When I first ended this situationship when moving to Los Angeles. When I was done ' flirting' with the dudes I went to say 'hi' and even maybe get a kiss, I was denied, denied really, really hard! Well he claims to see me flirting with other dudes (totally inaccurate). Nothing changed for me, now he was there cool another person I know. I remember one party he said he wasn't going to, he ended up showing up at. I'd be at a party and just talking to a guy that was my friend would turn into a massive fight. He constantly reminded me we weren't dating whenever he messed up. There were countless disputes over all things from me hanging out with my friends to who he was allowed to hook up with to the fact we weren't actually dating. So right I had to act like I was his girlfriend but he got to act like a bachelor. That first year in Boston and meeting him was a rollercoaster. I really thought, but technically we never even date. Young naive me thought I had just locked eyes with my future husband. And then I meet this one guy, he's tall, athletic, and smart, surfer, and I met him while hanging out with all of my friends so he's assumed to be wicked chill.

Going to class, studying, meeting boys a lot of cute boys, making new friends and going to parties any day of the week. So I'm 18 or 19 when I meet him, a freshman in college up in Boston. Well when I was called out for having 'changed' aka matured by a potential husband that was the red flag that sank the ship. I'm going on 26 years soon if I was the same naive, outrageous, irresponsible hoe that I was at 18, I would be so, so, so.worried. I find this to be extremely true when you meet someone ate the young age of 18/19.

Sometimes, others evolve more than some but no matter what there is change.

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