I was 21 and I was in love with a girl named Stephanie. Looking back, I wasn't really in love, but at 21, I thought I was. I think I was more infatuated. But it felt real and either way, it meant a lot to me.
I moved away from home and now Stephanie was 900 miles away. All we could think about was when I would come back home to visit her. And so this week when I was 21, I flew back to see her in Colorado.
And it didn't go well. But once the pain went away, as most pains do over time, I learned from it. You've probably learned from your heartbreak too, right?
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-Dave