Maybe I have gotten ahead of myself. 

     I just started my freshman year of college, and I was alone. I didn't have friends, I barely had a family, I was so isolated, so alone. The funny thing about being alone is it isn't awful, the longer you have been in it the better it is. Or maybe that is a trick, because you don't want to be alone any longer, but you can't be around people. So you just accept that you will be alone forever.

    It is suffocating to be around people, it is insufferable to be alone. The spiral of despair just goes around and around until Newton's laws come into play and a force of equal or greater value stops it. 

    On this day I meet that force of equal value. He sat next to me, mostly because our names ended in the same letter. It's funny how even in college your still treated like a child, unable to escape your seat just because of a name you didn't choose to have. 

    That day I cursed my name because it made me sit next to him. It wasn't really the guy that was the problem, it was every person's eye focused on him that was. Because by connection those eyes were also focused on me. 

     Yes, he was good looking, but God I hated him. It is almost comical to hate someone just because of their name, but for him, I was willing to make an exception. God, for him I was willing to hate him for his blessed good looks alone. Any female can tell you, with good looks comes assholeness the likes you never want to see. 

    The person one row behind me and three seats to the left of me sat greater value. He was invisible to everyone's eyes, even mine. Mine was solely focused on the book on my desk praying for this class to be over. 

   Though I didn't realize it yet, these two men were about to put my very normal, boring existence into a totally different one. From one spiral into another, my life began to take shape.