My boyfriend and I started dating my junior year of high school. I had just started looking at colleges and doing visits. My boyfriend is a year younger than me, so he wasn't looking at colleges yet, although he had told me if he went to college he would want to go to Oswego like his parents had.

At the start I thought that if my boyfriend did decide to go to Oswego I would love to be there with him. I also kept in my head all the talks my mom and I have had about not letting a guy have an impact on my decision. When I went on my college visits I looked at all 3 schools with an open mind. During my visit to Oswego I just didn't love it and I couldn't see myself being there even if that ended up being his choice.

I was accepted into all three schools so I now had to choose where I should go. I weighed out all my options, keeping my boyfriend in mind but making sure not to let our relationship be a deciding factor. After looking at all the pros and cons of each school, I ultimately chose Brockport.

Graduation came around, and then did summer. I never wanted to think about what was to come as the time approached for me to leave for Brockport. My boyfriend and I had many discussions as to what we should do with our relationship; whether we should stay together or break up. There were many tears, but together we came to the decision that we would stay together and see how it would work out.

During my first semester at Brockport I went home almost every weekend (made easy due to having my own car and only living a couple hours away). When we weren't visiting each other, we were texting, facetiming, or talking on the phone. Things were going great and even though I missed him, I was still happy that we were together. I never doubted that things wouldn't work out.

As winter break approached, I grew antsy to come home and see him. I knew that we would finally get to be back together for almost two months. We had a nice time hanging out almost every day just like we used to before I went to Brockport. Nothing was different between us. It was like I had never even left. I kind of dreaded break coming to an end. I hated saying goodbye again, but it helped that we planned the weeks ahead and when I would be able to come back home.

This semester isn't much different other than that I'm not coming home every weekend. I feel more comfortable in "us" and college. We still talk every day and say our “I miss you's”. I did find Valentine's Day to be tough, seeing everyone who has their significant other at college being all lovey made me miss my boyfriend just a bit more than usual.

I have not met a lot of girls at Brockport who have boyfriends and I know that my having a boyfriend back home has impacted the friends I've made at school so far. I may choose not to go to or do all the same things the "single" girls are doing. Right now I am happy with where my boyfriend and I are and proud of the commitment we've shown each other the past months.