the end

He left. He's not coming back. Well technically he is, he can't just forget his computer, but he's not coming back for me. Three years. Two that were pretty great and one that was probably more trouble than it was probably worth. I met him the first weekend of college. The first bar i ever went out to, he was there. we drank and danced and smiled. he called the next day, though it was much longer before i completely fell for him. I was sitting on the washer, it was the only place that i could be alone in that crowded dorm. we were talking on the phone and i was completely overwhelmed by a feeling of complete happiness. He was brilliant and funny and interested in me.

I didnt want a boyfriend at first, but he understood that. He waited for me until i was ready. I had an amazing year. The best time of my life. No question. We got to know each other and I fell more deeply in love with him everyday. Before i met him, it was just me. I had a few good friends, but no real men. We had great times. Drinking and talking late into the next morning. I was happy. Completely.

Then there was summer. We were apart, but we talked everyday for hours. I missed him terribly, but the week that I flew down to see him was amazing. Everything was perfect. I was happy. I was about to start my second year. I packed my things to begin another happy year. He was waiting at the airport for me. He wanted me. He was happy too.

We ran into an unexpected problem very quickly though. Katrina. The hurricane that stopped everything. I never that it would actually happen, that it would actually destroy our city and put our relationship under so much stress. We thought we were going on a weekend trip to play Cranium with friends. I never expected the physical destruction. The emotional stress. The very beginning of the end, though i think that we were both clueless at the time. He shut down and shut up.