I'm starting my third year of college this fall. I've studied abroad in China, France, and Costa Rica. I've worked hard to be able to do this, met a ton of people, been in a few serious relationships, gone on many adventures, and am well on my way to achieving my life goals. I never fell out of love with the boy I loved during high school. It ended badly and we don't really speak to each other anymore. I've been to the ends of the earth and back, and I will continue on my way; but I secretly worry that I will never feel like that about someone else and I will never again be as happy as I was when he was part of my life.