This one comes from a few years ago when I was nearing the end of my time in college. All through the end of high school and first few years of university, I had the same girlfriend. Ana and I were the super saccharine high-school sweethearts that you normally only see in movies. She was on the swim team, I was on the soccer team, and the two of us maintained genial relationships with almost everyone we interacted with in high school. “Popular” is a loaded term, so I won’t say that that’s what we were, but we were definitely well-liked. People were generally rooting for us to live happily-ever-after and we gave them every indication that we would.
That facade persisted through our first couple years in college. I can’t exactly explain why I fell for Ana so hard in high school, but there was something about her that just felt… intoxicating. Like, I was drawn to her in a way that I couldn’t articulate. It was probably her eyes. As much as I appreciate a well-developed physique, there’s something about *eyes* that enchants me, and Ana had these beautiful blue eyes that transfixed me whenever she looked my way.