You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You’ll never remember class time, but you’ll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don’t have. Drink ‘til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does.
I’ve been told that there are two types of girls: the ones you grow out of, and the ones you grow into. I hope I’m the latter. I may not be the one you love today, and that hurts, but I’ll let you go for now, hoping that, one day, you’ll fly back to me, because I think you’re worth the wait.