As a college freshman, I came to my university with ties back in my old hometown. One of those ties was my high school sweetheart, who sadly way still a junior and didn't join me in my new life chapter. We dealt with the small distance and not seeing one another every day for a few months. From August to December all was well with our relationship. It felt like I wouldn't be one of those statistics where highschool love doesn't make it to college. We talked every day, saw each other constantly and rarely argued.

As the new year rolled around and the semester started up again, it became apparent that I'd join those high statistics. I began to argue with my then boyfriend. We began not calling one another every night, then barely texting in the days we didn't see one another, to not even seeing one another every week. In January as our relationship felt like it was just passing through as phase, it ended. Out of the blue.

Despite this sudden end to a two-year relationship, I've tried my best to move forward. Some days aren't the best, but as I move forward, my heart does too. I now see and feel myself falling in love again. It's hard, and it's not easy, but it's slowly sprouting. It's almost like a garden. Even if the flowers die, they can always be planted again. When the person you thought would be your last love leaves, you can always find the one you're actually meant to be with. Don't wait for the past to come back to you, but move forward to the future and the rest will follow.

Your heart can grow again, just like the flowers.