2017-08-24
18 分钟Modern.
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This is modern love stories of love, loss and redemption.
I'm your host, Meghna Chakrabarti.
College freshmen are moving into dorms across the country, and some of them may have an idea about what they want this next step in their lives to look like.
Adam Lundquist did.
But what he didn't know was how it would all change in an instant.
Nico Tortorella from the TV Land show younger reads Adam's essay, learning to embrace sexuality's gray areas.
It would be 88 days until I saw her again, sitting quietly on my bed.
As I packed my last belongings into two suitcases, she began to cry.
This was the beginning of the end, but all I knew was that I had a 610 am flight and it was already 01:00 a.m.
we embraced once more, and then I watched as the fog engulfed her white sedan.
Eleven days later, I tried to rest on my bed in a humid college dorm room.
There was just enough space for a metal framed bunk and a handful of excitement and anxiety.
I was wearing my first pair of boxer briefs when a new friend from downstairs came in and lay beside me.
He was slender and pale, collarbones peeking from a blue t shirt, his sun bleached hair brushing my face as he stroked my chest, slurring his words from an evening of drinking cheap vodka.
He slid closer and whispered a mixture of Beyonce lyrics and sexual suggestions into my ear.
Then he rolled on top of me, pinning one of my arms against the cold wall and the other beneath his goosebumped forearm.
He had the same name as me, and suddenly Adam's lips were on my lips and Adam's hands were on my waist.
In a matter of minutes, an Adam from suburban Texas and an Adam from California had intertwined and merged into a composite atom.