I'm flying into Houston Hobby this afternoon, and realized the last time I flew into that airport was to see my boyfriend at Rice, Spring Break when I was a Frosh. Which was sixteen years ago. It feels like yesterday.
We broke up at the end of our Freshman Year - he and his wife are now living in Seattle with two adorable daughters. No, I didn't psycho stalk him to know that. We're still friends.
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