When I first stepped foot in a dining hall at the University of North Texas, I was overwhelmed by the choices — so many options of food and drinks that I spent a good amount of time deciding on the perfect accent to my meal.

Now, as any non-lactose intolerant kid might tell you, chocolate milk is a dream come true. It's the treat that came with morning donuts, it's a concoction you could make yourself with only two ingredients, but most importantly, it's a drink that floats all of your worries away (at least for the duration of the glass).

So there I am, in front of the island with a plethora of drink machines, when I see it: chocolate milk!

But it wasn't just any chocolate milk, no, no. This was Silk's Chocolate soy milk.

Now until that day, I had never tried soy milk, and being the bright-eyed, optimistic person that I am, I decided to get myself a glass.

Worst. Mistake. Of. My. Life.

The chocolate soy milk tasted like liquified cardboard! This is not an exaggeration. How was I, a privileged American, supposed to live four years with cardboard milk? Don't fret though, because my story has a happy ending.

When I started school that fall, my hopes of having limitless chocolate milk were gone. Zip. Nonexistent. I was crushed, maybe even slightly despondent. It wasn't until one fateful day three weeks into the school year that my worries dissipated. What caused this sudden change of heart you may ask?

Chocolate milk. Real, chocolate gold, flowing from a drink fountain, chocolate milk.

My roommate and I were sitting in the dining hall, enjoying a before-8 a.m. breakfast while I relayed to her my horrible "chocolate milk" experience. She simply looked at me and said, "Kimmy, what are you talking about? They have real chocolate milk right over there."

Sure enough, I looked over and saw the dispenser in all of its metal glory: Fresh Chocolate Milk. You can bet that I hurried over faster than a college kid who's running late for an exam to pour myself a glass.

From that very first sip, I was hooked.

Its rich, delicious goodness opened my heart to having hope again. It just goes to show that sometimes your true love really is right in front of you. All you have to do is keep on hoping, and of course, be more observant.

I'm still battling my addiction so support in the form of "who cares, Kimmy, YOLO" is much appreciated.

Special thanks to my roomie, without whom I would've never found the love of my life.