In October of 2007, I was a freshman in college. I had just moved to Nebraska all by myself. I was in the Navy, in a new school, in a new state, making new friends, experiencing new things. Everything was so up in the air, and I loved the mystery of everything, I felt alive.
One evening in October, I was in Abel Hall at the University of Nebraska. I was on the 11th floor, visiting some of my new friends. They had started a prank war with some of the boys down the hallway and were telling me all the details of their next idea. We stepped out into the hallway for some unremembered reason, and saw that the door to these boys' dorm room was open. Every door had a dry erase white board on it, and from down the hall, we could see that there was the outline of an owl drawn on their board. This owl, The Chancellor, would come to be the key to many friendships, and the reason for way too many late night shenanigans, but that is a whole different story.
On this particular night, my two friends dared me to go down the hall and color in the owl.
This may sound dumb, but I was 17.
This may sound unimportant,
but it was going to be the day I met the boy who I would spend the next 5 and a half years loving.
The two of us sitting in that very dorm room.
I remember walking calmly down the hallway with a couple of markers, walking up to their open door, and just beginning to color in the owl. L and his roommate were in there just sitting at their respective desks. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him look up at me, then look over at his roommate. The roommate then noticed me as well and asked me what the hell I thought I was doing. So I smiled and told him that I was making his door more approachable, knowing full well that that was not an answer that would satisfy these two boys.
It was then that I looked over at L and finally noticed him. He was tall, handsome, broad shouldered, blue eyed. His confused expression was adorable, and his eyes were so smart.
The three of us introduced ourselves to each other, and it was the beginning of a wonderful friendship between me and his roommate, and the start of the most meaningful relationship I have ever had, with the most beautiful person I have ever known.
The three of us as tiny babies, back in 2007.
As of May 2013, L and I have gone our separate ways. It didn't end badly, and we are trying desperately to stay friends. But that doesn't mean that it is easy for either one of us.
I never want to forget any of it, and I certainly don't want to forget where it all began.