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The past ten months of my life will never be forgotten. Ten months of anguish and bliss, of frustration and confusion, of happiness and the lack thereof: ten months of love.
It wasn’t always so confusing, however. The night we met was an odd one, but not in a bad way. It was my first time going to a party alone and I was a tad bit worried I’d spend the whole night that way, but I went regardless. Dancing, loud music, loads of people, and couches to relax on when tired - it was set up well. I saw an acquaintance from high school that I hadn’t seen in almost two years and we caught up. Then, just as quickly it started, the party was over. People started leaving, the lights were turned on, the music stopped, and then it hit me: I don’t have a ride home.