one year ago.

once upon a time, there was a boy named adam.

adam was a football star, funny, and really cute.

he lived on staten island.
adam and i dated.
we had a lot of fun together.

we ate lots and lots of yolato.

we played in the rain and in the columbus circle pond at midnight.

we went to ghetto rockaway beach.

went to the bronx zoo, and did many other fun things.

when i was deciding to move home, i was really really sad.
i wasnt sure of the real reason why i had to go back to utah, i just knew i needed to.
adam was the one who always comforted me.
he continued to remind me not to regret moving home once i did.
that when i got home, i'd probably question why i went home. 
but i had to remember that it was the right thing.

well for a year now, i've wondered why i moved home.
i miss new york every day.
there are lots of reasons. the simple ones,
new york is a really really hard place to live.
its a tough city.
it is expensive.
i was really young.

but yesterday at church, i realized the most important reason why i moved home.
it is because of adam.

and i am so grateful i went back to utah.
thank you, adam, for the advice.
i bet you didn't know that it would be advice against yourself.