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from Sundays with Maggie, a series
I'm coming up slowly,
I'm high on emotion.
With waves of this feeling,
as light as the ocean.
And then I see you,
When I feel like I'm drowning.
And then I see you,
It's okay, it's okay,
I'm okay, I'm alright again.
My sophomore year of college, I decide to transfer to Oklahoma Baptist University. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t all because of the boy, but there was a small percentage of truth in the fact that I just hadn’t found my tribe yet. I wouldn’t find them for another year, my hold on the boy and his friends a viselike grip in a reality I was constructing. I was determined to fit into his world. I would be irreplaceable.
So while my reality was slowly crumbling around me, Russ and I stayed in contact through AOL Instant Messenger. While my boyfriend told me he wanted space, Russ told me he had found someone and was fairly certain there were wedding bells in the future. I covered my ass and told him, “oh yeah. Me too. Doesn’t it feel great?”
He agreed.
Six months later, we were both single, but we didn’t start talking until junior year of college.
It starts in November.