the first semester of college, i met a boy. this boy was unlike any i had ever seen. he had eyes of blue that i could swim in forever, beautiful blond hair, a just-right beard… he was interested in all of the things i was interested in. game of thrones, martial arts, video games.. we both were on the same schooling track, music education, him for his trombone, and myself for my voice. this boy asked me out, and never believing i could be loved, i said yes. the boy and i were together constantly. it was truly bliss. all of my broken pieces had finally fallen into place. my mental health issues got the best of him, started making him question the relationship, himself.. and the boy left. i was devastated because regardless of how long the relationship was, i finally felt whole after years of feeling like i was missing something.. someone. i’m still dealing with the aftermath and i really don’t know what to do. i have to spend the next four years with the guy who made me feel genuinely happy without him making me feel that way again..