We spent every day together. She was always in my dorm room or I was in hers. Everyone else would go out drinking or do something else social, but we would just be alone together. We didn’t make any friends. Aside from Stacy, my only other friend was my roommate, and he was hardly around as he was a big partyer.

And that ate away at me. I did feel myself getting closer and closer to Stacy, but I also felt pretty alone. I wasn’t taking in the college experience at all. It was fine, but it wasn’t. But I was so blind to how unhappy I was with it all until I looked back and dissected it after it was over, which is a LONG time from now…