I had only been in this relationship for three weeks, but this one was really growing on me. This girl was great: the nicest, cutest, most drop-dead gorgeous person I’d ever had the chance to be with.
We’re both interning here in D.C. and met in early February. In the three weeks we had been going out, things got really heavy very quickly, on an emotional and physical level. We did all this knowing our internships would be over at the end of May. She lives in Texas, I live in Michigan. She’s a college sophomore. I’m a graduating senior. You do the math. But we decided to have fun with it anyway.
But I guess this past weekend - in which we spent almost 48 straight hours together and took our relationship to a new level physically - made her reconsider things.
After a few e-mails that got increasingly angrier and then increasingly sad, we met at the Washington Monument to talk. There she told me that she had to end this, because if she was too scared that if she waited two months, she and I would be so attached to eachother that the forced break-up would be too painful on the both of us. In a way, it was compliment; she acknowledged that she would date me in a heartbeat if circumstances were different.
And there she was, with her big, bright green eyes and pouty lips, her blond hair blowing in her face. The White House was lit up behind her, the Washington Monument to her left, the Capitol to the right, dozens of flags flapping loudly in the wind.
It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I had not fallen in love with her at all during these three weeks. But at that moment, I knew I was madly in love. I looked at her, said “I have to do this one last time,” and gave her a kiss, a long, slow kiss she readily accepted.
After that we had a frank, often funny discussion about us and other things. We went to the Jefferson Memorial in the moonlight. We ate dinner. Then we parted ways a the subway. We hugged. She said, “I’m so sorry.” I told her I was too.
We already have plans to continue hanging out. After all, her and I watch Iron Chef every Friday. So I’m not worried about that. And I know she’s right… heck, both my roommate and my mom agree with her. But it still hurts to have something so great and then lose it so very quickly.
At least I walk away from this knowing that I can land the smart, beautiful girl. And that will help me. But right now, this still hurts.