I learned a lot when I moved. I learned that I don’t even really like drinking all that much. I learned that not everyone in the world thinks it’s cool to meet and sleep with random women. I learned that holding someone you care about is more satisfying than the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge in the desert. I learned that I’m a bad drunk. I learned that everyone is a bad drunk after a certain point. I learned that leaving your dishes in the sink with ketchup on them makes doing the dishes a thousand times harder the next day. I realized how much I missed Brooke’s smell after she visited me. That scent. It’s faded from my apartment–and it’s starting to fade from my memory. I fear the day it truly does. I learned how to change. I learned what being a man really is. I learned that who I am now hates who I have been in the past. And most of all, I learned that Brooke was the best thing to ever happen to me.