Submitted by rip013 on Thu, 2018-01-25 09:49
It was 1999 and I was a wide-eyed, 18-year-old college freshman. I went from an all-girls Catholic highschool to UP Diliman, where toilets don’t flush, the faucets are dry, and religion is optional. I was officially in a state of culture shock. College was nothing as I expected.
Good thing, I was still with my boyfriend of one year, Mike*. He was my piece of home. He was my first love, my first kiss, my first everything: first base, first home run, and everything in between. He was my first taste of heaven, and I loved it.