My name's Adalia Rosette. It was summer of college that I ran into him. Flynn Callighorn, the man who would end up changing my life. We were both living at the same university, and I'm not one to talk much, but after long dreadful months of holding my thoughts in with no close friends, I needed someone to vent to.
Lucky for me it was him who started the conversation with me. We were both eating in the pub and happened to sit next to each other. He first asked me about my food, then my name, then my number. I'm not going to lie, it all seemed pretty weird at first, or maybe I was the weird one who wasn't comfortable talking to people while I was eating. Either way I was relieved and grateful someone had the courage to talk to me or else I'd be stuck forever alone.
After we left the pub, I texted him right away. I was worried that it would seem desperate since we just talked, but he didn't even seem to notice.
Things started to move faster the following night when he called me at 10pm. He was feeling stressed out about family matters and the future and decided to tell me. How could someone be so open with a stranger? Unlike me who was so scared of vulnerability.
It didn't take long for me to also open up to him. I told him about things that had been on my mind for the past few months and about my neediness due to neglectful and verbally abusive parents. He was so understanding, open-minded and the best listener I've ever met. Could anyone really blame me for falling so fast for someone so lovely?
We would meet up and talk during the day a couple times during the week, and call nearly every night for months. My favorite moment was during a special sunset when we sat down on a park bench. After stressful moments of internal debate, I would finally lean my head on his broad shoulders and he would wrap his arms around me and pull me closer to him. We stayed like that for a while just feeling each other's warmth and affection with no need for words.
We would go to his dorm afterwards. Our hearts were full and ready to explode with the built up love and desires we had for each other. His door closed behind us and it was our first time making love.
I felt things I never thought I would get to feel from someone I loved so madly. I'll never forget the warmth of his body and our passionate sighs as two vulnerable connecting souls through the night.
However, in those moments it's easy to forget the conflicts that make the future bleak. We both had different paths. He was joining the military and I was studying bioscience to do research work on the new alien materials retrieved from the war. I just couldn't imagine being apart from him for so long and maybe never seeing him again. And I feel lonely so easily. I get paranoid about what he's doing if I'm not there. He's a stronger person than me. I wondered endlessly if it would be more painful to lose him or to end things. But in the end it was all up to him and what he wanted. So we got married after I finished schooling in the next two years while he was finishing up his military training. I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life when I looked into his eyes before saying "I do" thinking all of our dreams would come true after this. I was naive.