Every college girl has one—a boy back home. He can be a guy friend, a friend with benefits, or a boyfriend.
He is an important part of who we are before we enter college.
He is the guy friend that may have known us since we were five. He stood by our side during middle school when all the mean girls hated us or high school when we had braces.
Or he is the friend with benefits. He may or may not have known much about us, and he didn’t ask. He may have been that summer fling. The guy that was so hot, we couldn’t believe it that he is into us.
Or the boyfriend. He was our date to formals, homecoming, and prom. He bought us rose for Valentine’s and our anniversary. He saw us cry when our favorite bachelor didn’t win. He made us laugh when we didn’t win prom queen. He witnessed the highs and lows but stuck around.
My boy back home is Edward*. We met my junior year of high school during soccer season. We remained friends after he graduated that year and the year after when I graduated. As the years passed, we became intimate with each other, but we never began a relationship.
So every summer and winter break, we would get together and part ways when I had to return to college. It was great my freshman and sophomore year. At the time, I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I perceived having a boyfriend as an anchor. A constant reminder of what I could and couldn’t do, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to enjoy the college experience of independence and freedom.
Also, find out who I was and what I wanted to be. My high school days defined me as an overachiever, a leader, a nerd, an athlete, and the quiet one.
I was finally able to be funny, social, stress-free, and normal.
My new-self loved travelling, being independent, and living the single life. I started to realize I didn’t want to go back home. The more I drifted away from home, the more I drifted away from Edward. The distance had defeated us. Our conversations were simply “Come over.” and “Are you busy?”
And by my junior year, just like any romance movie, my heart and head were in a war.
My head could see all the reasons why we couldn’t be together. We were both at different chapters in our lives. I wanted to explore the world. He had remained at home. I had become a totally different person. He had only known the old me.
My heart held on to the few reasons why I couldn’t let go. He had been more than a friend. He was someone I trusted, someone I liked a lot, and someone I wanted.
My senior year came and went. My dreams of leaving Texas slowly faded as I realized I wanted to go home. I returned home after graduation, and I am started to settle in to my new life.
As for my boy back home, he’s still there. We’ve had our fair share of ups and downs. We have a bond that has stayed strong for over five years. I don’t know what we are now or where we will be in the future, but he will always remain my boy back home.
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*Fake names have been used for personal reasons.