I intend on writing different parts to this story, each describing an encounter that changed my life.
I’m at a point in my life where I’m more confused than ever. This last year has left me wishing I had a clear answer for what I wanted, what my morals and values are, and what I deserve for my actions. Maybe recounting these critical moments in my life will help, maybe your comments will guide my emotions.
I’m a slow burn kind of guy. Just a warning that these will be long, with more build up than most stories I’ve read on here.
This is the story of my Ex, her friend, and a college dorm.
But first, some backstory
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Jess and I had met while volunteering at an afterschool day care. I was the excited 8th grader, and she was the innocent 6th grader. We became fast friends and the kids would tease that we’d be together forever and ever.
We took turns admitting to each other our feelings, and subsequently took turns denying the feelings and using the age difference to justify avoiding each other. I was heading to high school, much to old to be dating someone in middle school, right?