“What do you mean you’re going to Cambridge? I thought we agreed on Edinburgh?”

My voice is filled with pure confusion as I stare at you, the acceptance letter addressed to you from Cambridge limp in my hands. You’re sat on the edge of your bed watching my reaction closely, chewing your inner cheek like you always do when you’re nervous.

“Baby, that’s- that’s what? Like a 7 hour drive apart?” I blink a few times, shaking my head.

We graduate in a few short months, which meant the time had come to start making university decisions. Since we’ve been dating for close to 2 years now, we had a serious discussion on the whole long distance idea. But ultimately agreed that neither of us could do long distance, and decided to stay within an hour of each other, shooting for Edinburgh.

At least, that’s what I thought we had agreed on. But apparently you had other plans.