Standing back, I survey the results. It’s a start, and I feel a little more ready to face the world tomorrow. I flip on the small bedside light and crawl under the covers to sleep. I pick up my phone out of habit. Nothing good ever happens from scrolling your phone after midnight.

All of my friends from high school are posting selfies and tours of their new college dorms. There’s Bryan, handsome as ever, in blue and orange. The college campus is in the background and he’s lined up beside a group of big guys I assume are other football players based on their size. They hold beers and smile looking at the camera. He’s obviously having no problem enjoying college without me.

That same handsome face I’ve known my whole life. We were neighbors, childhood friends, and then high school sweethearts. I close my eyes and the last conversation I had with him replays in my mind.

“I don’t understand. What do you mean you’re not going to Valley? We’re supposed to leave in three days.” We lie on my bed and I’m still in that post-sex high, so it takes me a few seconds to realize he’s serious.

His heavy weight on top of me suddenly feels claustrophobic. “I got a call from the coach at Boise State. One of their incoming freshmen got into a car accident. He’s out all year, maybe longer.”

“But we’ve been planning on going to college together for two years, and Idaho is like… a long way from Arizona. How is this going to work?”

He hesitates and runs a hand over his jaw while he studies me with an embarrassed look on his face.

“Oh my god. You’re not just telling me you’re going to Boise; you’re ending this?” I motion between us.

“I don’t think it would be fair to either of us to go to college with unrealistic expectations. You said it yourself, Idaho is a long way from Arizona. When we come back for holidays or summer vacations, we can pick up where we left off. You’ll always be my perfect girl, Ginny.” His gaze drops from my face to my cleavage and continues doing a long sweep of my naked body. The least a guy can do is avoid staring at your boobs while he breaks up with you. Or pull out. “But, I think we should give ourselves the freedom to explore and have fun while we’re apart.”

“Why would you break up with the perfect girl? That doesn’t make any sense,” I mutter quietly to the room, swiping a rogue tear. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry then and I’m not going to let him ruin my first day of college tomorrow.