Dearest Tufts,
We have a funny history. Our love story began with the timeless tale of love at first sight - I saw you, and I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else. In the flurry of infatuation and hopelessness, I imagined a life on your sloping green lawn; lounging on a soft patch in the summer, letting the leaves fall all over us in October, and sliding down your snowy back as we listened to the first batch of Christmas music. I imagined our dates, I imagined our obstacles; I knew the heat would fry me in the summer and I knew the ice would trip me in the winter, but nothing was too much to handle with you as my rock. The smiling faces around me offered their approval of our relationship, and I knew there was no one else for me but you.
Until Florence, Italy in her timeless elegance came slinking back into the picture. I had known Florence my 8th grade year of school, and she had introduced me to the unhealthy love of travel I still have today. We had a solid run that year, but we knew the distance would eventually draw us apart... until she tempted me with another year of the traveling I had come to love, and promised me a freshman year's college credits in the process. NYU Florence and I were acquainted in the fluttery mess of wanderlust that led me to my ultimate decision, and I abandoned our life on the lawn in my own spontaneity.
But, as all flings tend to unravel, Florence and I were met face to face with our differences. I realized what I had been tricked into, and that the promise of Florence was only a smaller part of a prolonged relationship with NYU that I had never truly desired. I loved Florence, but our love was never destined to be lasting. And all of the sudden, your face came back to me clear as day, and I realized I had made a decision based in temporary promises and left behind a life on the hill where I truly belonged.
Thank goodness you took me back; you will never understand how much it meant to me. As I sit, perched on our hill now, I understand that no matter how far you try to run from true love, it will always find you. And if the match is right, you will never be happier.
Yours truly,
Olivia