My name is Tessa Young and I'm twenty two years old. I live in New York and I work as a wedding planner. It wasn't always my dream to plan weddings, though.

Four years ago I started college at WCU. I had my whole future planned. I loved books and I was determined to build my career around them.

At first, things were going well for me. I was adjusting to life as an adult. I was free from my mother and I was finally able to blossom on my own. I was doing well in my classes and making friends. Then my whole life was turned upside down, but in the best possible way.

I met the Hardin Scott. At first, he annoyed the hell out of me. Every chance he got. But somehow, the moody boy with tattoos, skinny jeans and a leather jacket, made me fall completely and irrevocably in love with him.

We started dating— like actually dating —despite his claims that he 'doesn't date.' We spent every second together. It felt as if we had become one soul.

After a few months of dating, I knew he was the one. I came to college a virgin, but Hardin was about to change that.

One night, when we were spending time in my dorm room, there was something about the way he was looking at me. It was as if in that moment he decided I was the girl he wanted to spend his life with. He never actually said it, but he didn't need to. I could feel it.

That moment was all it took to convince me he was it for me, too. Before I knew it, I was saying those magical words to him. "Hardin, I want you," I said.

At first, I wasn't sure he heard me. He just sat on the bed next to me, staring at me, before he managed to finally ask, "Ar-are you sure?"

I was sure, more sure of this than any other decision I had made in my whole eighteen years.

That night was the best night of my life. Until it wasn't. I thought that Hardin making love to me for the first time was what was going to change my life forever that night, but I was wrong. It was what came after that changed everything in my life and ripped Hardin away from me.

Now, fate has given me another chance with the man I never stopped loving. I haven't spoken to him in four years and I'm absolutely terrified to find out if he still feels the same about me and we can pick up where we left off, or if he's moved on and found happiness with another.