I hadn’t ever really looked into any colleges. I’d recently made a decision that was extremely unlike me: that I would go to the college Drew did. I would find something to do there, and I would start out actually knowing someone, actually caring about someone.
It was a foolish plan, but I was tired of starting over from scratch. I wanted to know someone. Really, truly, know someone.
So I was doing the unthinkable. I was planning my life around Drew. A boy. I shuddered at the thought. Drew looked at me questioningly. I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his, he responded, confused but pleased. I needed this small assurance, that maybe, I was doing the right thing. Because when Drew kissed me, I forgot about right and wrong, I forgot about pain, I forgot about problems and logic, all I knew was Drew. Drew and I suspended in eternity, in one never-ending kiss.
But they always had to end, and soon one of us had to break away so we could breathe again. I was never certain who was first to need air.