So, what does life mean to me? Isn�t this the way you�d start a college application essay? And trust me, this isn�t an essay, it�s my life. It isn�t extraordinary or passionate in any way, shape or form. It isn�t this glamorous lifestyle of parties and red carpet functions, nor is it a fabricated illusion. Still, I feel compelled to share it with you. This story isn�t that interesting, or original. It just started with me.
There�s a boy in my story, but he isn�t the most fabulous person who walked the Earth, nor is he someone you could essentially call romantic. He�s just a normal, if not slightly boring boy I grew up with. I didn�t essentially grow up with him, I grew up knowing who he was. And the girl (that�s me) isn�t an enchanting beauty with legs for days and hair the colour of sunshine, but someone who is just lucky enough to be with the most amazing person in her world. They�re just an average girl and a dorky boy who grew up together and fell in love. But like all tragic, and hopeless love stories, this one hasn�t really ended yet, it feels like its just beginning.
You�re probably wondering who the hell I am, and what in the hell I�m talking about, and I suppose now that I�ve committed to telling you this story, you deserve to know who I am. My name is Dakota Emily Reed. My twin brother, Fulton and I were born in Stillwater, Minnesota on 30 August, 1978. We grew up in very different worlds. I started Ballet when I was six, Fulton started hockey when he was eleven, and we went from there. When we were eight, our family moved to Minneapolis, where we�ve been to this day. The boy in this story grew up literally down the street from Minneapolis. Which is where my brother and I spent most of our time up until we graduated high school.
That is until the morning of June 4, 1998. That morning, the boy and I parted ways and went to college, which literally took us to separate ends of the country. And my brother got a scholarship to the University of Minnesota, and from there, he now plays professional hockey for Minnesota Wild, under the direction of Jacques Lemaire. But this isn�t about my brother�s fabulous booming career, it�s about this boy.
In the years since that June day, I lived my life like my parents had planned. I went to college (Stanford University, thank you very much), and earned a bachelor and masters degrees in emergency medicine. I did the usual college thing (except join a sorority. Gag me) and lived my life unaware of most things going on around me. Then, I graduated. I was headed back to Minnesota, where funnily enough, the boy was going to be.
So now I sit staring at my computer and feel obliged to tell you a story that will take me on a rollercoaster of emotions. Happiness, sadness, anger, depression, pain, heartbreak. So, I shall begin to tell my story with telling you that life is short. Don�t waste a minute that could be your last.
