This is the story of Clark and Terry.
My name is Clark and my parents gave me that name because my dad had a cousin named Clark.
I'm into filmmaking, obviously, video games, and music.
I'm Terry and I tend to nerd out about really nerdy things like linguistics and very delicious vegan food.
So I first met Terry in fall of 2011.
Not the best year for me besides that. I was very lonely and all my friends that I lived with were in happy relationships at the time.
The only thing I spent consistent time with was my Xbox.
So back in fall of 2011, I was feeling especially lonely. I used to spend a lot of my weekends talking on the phone with my long-distance boyfriend.
We'll call him the unicorn. He was gone for an internship and was always really busy.
I was living in the porter apartments with Margot, Marcus, and Josh.
I didn't really know the guys very much, but I remembered Clark.
And I would come out and sing songs on my guitar.
He used to go into the living room and would play his guitar, playing really sad stuff like Bride Eyes and the airborne toxic event.
Before I knew it, it was junior year and I was moved into a new apartment with the same people.
So I spent a lot of time talking with Clark. We used to play words with friends a lot and send a lot of messages throughout the day.
He even taught me how to play the piano, but I don't remember any of it. It didn't stick.
And I got to talking to her a lot and we'd talk about anything. We didn't really think much of dating at first, but as we got closer and closer, it became more apparent that we were very, very compatible.
Suddenly, I realized something though. I really liked him.
These feelings that I had for him were especially amplified with the fact that the unicorn was absent and we just had these ever-growing issues in our relationship.
So one night when I had missed the 20 and couldn't get back home, I was spending the night at Margo's and I was feeling particularly restless this night and I suppose Clark was as well.
So I went into his room and we were just talking.
We ended up talking for hours and hours on end and our feelings and the loneliness of the night kind of got the best of us.
We ended up acting on our feelings for each other.
For a few days after that, I was having a lot of trouble coping with this truth.
I knew that I was someone who had betrayed someone that I really cared about, a cheater. But I still found myself thinking about Clark often.
We were even considering our relationship until weeks after when we realized that even if we felt guilty and even if we did something bad to make something good, it was still worth pursuing.
So even if we tripped up at the beginning of our relationship, in the end I think all parties are happier now.
I think the puzzle is a little bit closer to being realized, to being where it should be, whatever that means.
Here we are, two pumpkins, months have very quickly passed into a year.
I'm not particularly proud of how we began, but I am glad that it happened because had it not, I wouldn't have had the chance to experience this really great year with him.
Maybe in a few years, maybe it won't be so bad because we made our lives better.
