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Anyone who has suddenly found themselves single in NYC has learned how to play Breakup Monopoly.You divide the city up, get dibs on everything -- 'your' dry cleaner, delis, dog parks and bars. Once the lines are drawn, those are your new city limits.18-year-old Matthew Kidman is a straight 'A' over-achiever who feels that he has never really lived life to the full. Danielle moves in next door, and Matthew thinks he's found the girl of his dreams.All is going well, until Matthew's sex-mad friend Eli reveals that Danielle is actually a ex-porn star.He let his single status go on our very first day in May, and left me behind at the end of August.We decided that, distance be damned, we'd make it work. I became very well acquainted with Virgin America airlines over the next 9 months.You can’t think that every guy who’s nice to you likes you.” But as we hung out more frequently and got closer, I found my feelings growing. My feelings kept growing and evolving until they were too big for me to bear the burden alone. After a while, David left to work with the girl on homework, leaving me with our friend. I felt heartbroken until he said that he’d talk to David about it. I’m not going to lie; learning the truth devastated me.On a Friday night, right after classes started, I realized that there was no turning back. I’ve never been in a relationship before, or even on a date. One night, David and I were hanging out in our friend’s room when a girl on his floor showed up. But I’ve learned over time that there’s no use in holding on to heartbreak. Given that we lived near each other, giving myself distance sucked. He knew I felt upset and respected my need for space. My roommate difficulties flared up not long afterwards, but luckily, I counted on my already-strong friendship with David for support. We were both upset at the separation, but as they say, “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.” We still hang out often, grabbing food or studying.
Frankly, it’s more than I could have ever hoped for.The first week was filled with free time and floor-wide activities, so we spent most of our time together.It was easy enough to just knock on the wall or go to the door and ask if he was up for lunch or even the zoo. There was always a knock on the wall or door to ask if I wanted to grab some lunch or study.Not until a month into our neighbors-with-benefits relationship, while sitting on our shared stoop, did she tell me about her husband and their recent split. In my juvenility, it’s likely I said “cool” or “rad.”Jessie was older and generally wiser than I was. I found symbolism and suggestion in our mirror-identical rooms, one floor removed.To me, an East Coast transplant in his early 20s, Jessie, a Bay Area native in her 30s, was beautiful, confident and worldly.