When you graduated from high school, were you flooded with that feeling of overwhelming love and nostalgia coupled with the terrifying reality of impending freedom?
And did you deal with said feelings by starting a way-too-serious-way-too-fast summer fling with a boy you had known your whole life but had never thought about dating before the panic of leaving the nest set in?
And did said relationship burn white-hot for two whole months and end promptly the moment you moved your mini-fridge into your dorm room?
Come on… I can’t be the only one.
