I know what you're thinking.
"You chose the boy, didn't you?"
Well, no. Because I wasn't really given a choice.
It was a summer romance, and I was naive enough to think it was my forever love. If we're being honest, at that time, I certainly wanted it to be. I wanted a future with him with the amazing wedding and the family holidays, the kids, the house in the suburbs, the minivan... You name it, I prayed for it.
I truly believed we would have it some day. I would have done anything for it.
Absolutely anything.
Then, I realized that our paths weren't crossing like I thought they would.
Nevertheless, I pushed my doubts away and kept living in my happy little bubble, pinning things to my wedding Pinterest board and falling more in love with him by the day.
Once things got serious, the thought of leaving him at the end of summer plagued me and hung over me like a raincloud. Surely, we could make long distance work, right? We loved each other enough to make it work. We would be okay.
But what if we wouldn't?
I'll just stay local, I decided one day on my drive home from one of our few visits. Anything to stay with him. To be happy.
A few days later, he made the choice for me, saying, of all things, "I can't see us making it work."
That was over a year ago. Over a year ago, I chose to give up my education at my dream school to stay with the love of my life.
Now, I'm at the best school in the world, surrounded by some of the best people I have ever met, having the best time of my life. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
To this day, I am so thankful that he did not give me the opportunity to choose.
I had to choose between my education and the love of my life.
It was so easy to do.
Why?
Because I wasn't given a choice.