Her name was Robyn, with a “y.” My first girlfriend, if you don't count Naomi in kindergarten or Karen in first grade. Or the girl I met right after high school graduation, who I dumped after a week for Robyn.
We saw each other every day for a couple of weeks. I wrote her every day I was gone on a month long graduation road trip with my buddies. We saw each other every day when I came back.
I called her every day from college. We were at opposite ends of the state. After a while, she seemed different. And distant.
We broke up long distance after I’d already racked up a $70 phone bill.
At the time it seemed like a big deal. I never got my varsity jacket back, or my class ring. That was a big deal, too.
Love sometimes happens at inconvenient times. But that's no reason not to go to college.
