How long did it take you to fall in love? Was it a day, two, a month? Maybe it took you a year. It only took me ten days to fall in love. I never knew someone could fall for me. But he did, and it was the most powerful thing I’ve ever experienced.
It was 2006 and the summer after high school graduation. My parents decided to haul the family to our family vacation home for the last leg of the summer. The summer house was nestled in Dragon’s Bay, New York. It was its own little island, but it had everything a beach town had shops, restaurants, and a stretch of beach for miles. My siblings were old enough to bring their significant others, but I was only seventeen and had no one.
All through school, I was always getting picked on for being smart. I was known as Nerdy Murphy. By high school, I was used to the teasing. I took all AP classes, graduating a year early, so it was expected. But I was proud of my accomplishments. Still, the teasing stung. Friends were practically non-existent and none of the boys asked me out on dates. Mom said my intelligence intimidated them and it was their loss. Who needs boys, anyway?
I was the baby out of my three siblings, and I think my father was happy I wasn’t boy crazy, like my sister. He was grooming me to follow in his footsteps. To become a neurosurgeon like him. In ten days, I’d get to intern at one of the top hospitals in the area. My dad claimed he had some pull and pulled the strings that he needed to, to get me an internship. Then I’d be off to med school just like my father had planned.