We each went away to different colleges, but kept the relationship going, mostly through texts and phone calls. We had started dating towards the end of senior year in high school. Right at the beginning of the summer, my girlfriend of the past two years broke up with me. I had just spent a joyless summer working full time at my seasonal landscaping job. Max laughed and we resumed a more casual conversation. I joked that this was great news! We knew we would never be in competition with each other romantically. He just wanted to be open and up front from the beginning. He didn't want to have an awkward conversation later down the line. Since we were roommates, and quickly becoming friends, Max had wanted to tell me this right away. There was one difference between us though.
With our shared interests, we talked easily for hours. We had overlapping tastes in music and movies. We both were Science majored and would be spending a lot of time in labs. We both liked sports as fans but neither of us were an athlete ourselves. We chatted and got to know each other a little while I unpacked. He was mostly done unpacking and settling in as I barged in with all of my things. He had arrived before me and had already picked a side of the room. His name was Max and I met him the day I moved in. For my junior year of college I had to move to the dorm for upper classmen.
