DTR: Defining the Relationship

DTR: Defining the Relationship

By Janelle Hart, Staff Writer


I can’t help but wonder what lies ahead for us. “Defining the relationship” should be the least of our worries, I mean, we’re going to college in two months. But, like, have you ever felt like this isn’t something we should just do to do it? Does that even make any sense? I just think that, you know, when two people are born into completely different circumstances with their paths going in all different directions, isn’t it kind of a miracle that we happened to come at a crossroad? Any small decision that my parents could have made, any slightest change in interest I could have had as a kid – these pocket-sized decisions could have put me in a different town, in a different friend group, talking to a different guy.

I don’t know. This could just be some late night thought that I’ll eventually get over, but right now, right in this moment, it seems like the most important thing in the world. Isn’t that weird? No – you know what’s weird? The fact that I’ve known you since we were kids and never really thought much about you, but now that I’ve talked to you for about a month, I can’t help but smile when I hear your name in a conversation. How does that even happen? I mean, if that can happen, then literally anyone that I’ve ever come in contact with could be my husband or my best friend or my doctor. But the thing is, out of all those people, you were the one to pick up my books that day in the hall.

Usually, I’m not this melodramatic. Two people crossing paths? A Miracle? That’s not even something I would confess to my best friend. It kind of makes me cringe a little bit. I mean, I hate gushy couples and romance movies that go too well make me feel way too uncomfortable, but I guess I’m feeling a bit raw. I have you to thank for that, by the way. You kind of have that effect on people, like when you run your hands through your hair or do something that makes your back flex. I never really thought that I’d be that girl to be effected by such miniscule things, but like I said before, small things can do wonders. And you, wonder boy, make me – the most emotionless potato on the planet – melodramatic.

I hope this whole revelation doesn’t freak you out or anything. It’s three a.m. and I’m barely alive right now, so I don’t even know if anything I’m saying makes sense right now. Even worse – you dropped me off four hours ago and my body is still tingling. I don’t even know who I am anymore. So listen, I just think that you need to let me know if this is just something we’re doing because we finished high school and might never talk again afterwards. Because, honestly, decisions like these may seem insignificant or whatever, but they’ll change my path and yours from here on out.